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M?SCELLAN EOUS POEMS. Thus, heavenly Hope is all serene, But earthly Hope, how bright soe'er, �Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as 'tis fair. 159 LINES WRITTEN IN A BOOK, PRE- SENTED TO A FRIEND. 'Tls not the value era gift we prize, For, oh, how worthless all, we can impart, ' Must ever seem, in Friendship's generous eyes, When she has given, and received the heart ! ?is prized, because it tells us? we are, still, By one beloved, the' others' love have died; By one remember'd, whom no time can chill, Altho' forgotten by the world beside. ......... ?Google
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