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Some act upon this prudent plan,
Safe policy, but hateful-
Unpleasant and ungrateful.
No subterfuge or pleading
A spy on my proceeding.
Of evils yet unmentioned
Pursue the search and you will find
To be at least expedient;
A principle ingredient.
Thoug' some have turned and turned it;
And, whether being crazed or blind,
Have not, it seems, discerned it.
0! Friendship, if my soul forego Thy dear delights while here below;
To mortify and grieve me, May I myself at last appear Unworthy, base, and insincere,
Or may my friend deceive me!
THE KIND OLD FRIENDLY FEELINGS.
BY CHARLES SWAIN.
The kind old friendly feelings !
We have their spirit yet,
Since thou and I last met!
Seems in thy fading eye,
I loved in times gone by-
Had ever brought one sigh!
Ah, who need yet be told
Like those loved links of old !
The touch of age may show,
I loved so long ago
Had taught one tear to flow!
Oh, seem they e'er less dear,
May meet us with a tear?
Ambition showed our way-
Before Truth's searching ray-
That blessed our youthful day!
THE BLESSINGS OF FRIENDSHIP.
Know'st thou, Lorenzo! what a friend contains As bees mixed nectar draw from fragrant flowers, So men from friendship wisdom and delight; Twins tied by nature, if they part they die. Hast thou no friend to set thy mind abroach ?
Good sense will stagnate: thoughts shut up want air,
denied ; Speech, thought's canal! speech, thought's crite
rion too! Thought in the mine may come forth gold or dross ; When coined in words we know its real worth. If sterling, store it for thy future use; 'T will buy the benefit! perhaps, renown. Thought, too, delivered is the more possessed : Teaching, we learn: and, giving, we retain The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot. Speech ventilates our intellectual fire : Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; Brightens, for ornament; and whets, for use. What numbers, sheathed in erudition, lie, Plunged to the hilts in venerable tomes, And rusted in; who might have borne an edge, And played a sprightly beam, if born to speech; If born blessed heirs of half their mother's tongue ! 'Tis thought's exchange; which, like th' alternate
push Of waves conflicting, breaks the learned scum, And defectates the student's standing pool.
In contemplation is his proud resource ? 'Tis poor, as proud, by converse unsustained. Rude thought runs wild in contemplation's field: Converse, the manége, breaks it to the bit Of due restraint; and emulation's spur
Gives graceful energy, by rivals awed.
Wisdom, though richer than Peruvian mines, ,
Celestial Happiness, whene'er she stoops To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, And one alone, to make her sweet amends For absent heaven—the bosom of a friend ; Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, Each other's pillow to repose divine. Beware the counterfeit: in passion's flame