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ON RECEIVING HAYLEY'S PICTURE.

But man, all feeling and awake,

The gloomy scene surveys;
With present ills his heart must ache,
And pant for brighter days.

Old Winter, halting o'er the mead,
Bids me and Mary mourn;
But lovely Spring peeps o'er his head,
And whispers your return.

Then April, with her sister May,
Shall chase him from the bowers,
And weave fresh garlands every day,
To crown the smiling hours.

And if a tear, that speaks regret
Of happier times, appear,

A glimpse of joy, that we have met,
Shall shine and dry the tear.

ON RECEIVING HAYLEY'S PICTURE.

[January, 1793.]

In language warm as could be breathed or penn'd,
Thy picture speaks the original my friend;
Not by those looks that indicate thy mind-
They only speak thee friend of all mankind;
Expression here more soothing still I see,
That friend of all a partial friend to me.

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Camarina, did nothing impede,

Would feel herself happier here;