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To Mr. NICHOLAS CLAR K.
"TWAS in a vale where ofiers grow
By murmuring ftreams we told our woe,
And mingled all our cares :
Friendship fat pleas'd in both our eyes,
And drop alternate tears.
The vigorous monarch of the day
In dark eclipse his chariot roll'd,
Nature grew fad to lose the day,
Such are our forrows, Clark, I cry'd,
In the young morning of our years
Lo, the gay planet rears his head,
New-brightening all the skies :
In vain are potent herbs apply'd,
But drugs would raise the dead as foon,
Some friendly fpirit from above,
Force these invading glooms away;
But if the fogs muft damp the flame,
Our fouls fhall mount, at thy discharge,
The AFFLICTIONS of a FRIEND.
OW let my cares all bury'd lie,
My griefs for ever dumb :
Your forrows fwell my heart fo high,
Sickness and pains are quite forgot,
Infinite grief puts fenfe to flight,
So the broad gloom of fpreading night
Thus am I born to be unbleft!
This fympathy of woe
Drives my own tyrants from my breaft
Sorrows in long fucceffion reign;
Their iron rod I feel:
Friendship has only chang'd the chain,
Why was this life for misery made?
Or is a wretch too young?
Move fafter on, great nature's wheel,
Be kind, ye rolling powers,
Be dusky, all my rising suns,
Nor fmile upon a slave:
Darkness, and death, make hafte at once
To hide me in the grave.
The Reverse: Or, The Comforts of a Friend.
THUS nature tun'd her mournful tongue,
And, fmiling, thus she said:
Were kindred fpirits born for cares?
Is there a fympathy in tears,
Forbid it, heaven, and raise my love,
Sorrows are loft in vaft delight
Pleasures in long fucceffion reign,
And all my powers employ :
Friendship but shifts the pleafing scene,
And fresh repeats the joy.
Life has a foft and filver thread,
Yet, when my vafter hopes perfuade,
Faft as ye please roll down the hill,
Rife glorious, every future fun,
But make the laft dear moment known
By well-diftinguish'd rays.
"Venturing the leap to worlds unknown, "Heedlefs to arms and blood they fly.