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40 TO MY FRIENDS. III. And Love, that high mysterious passion strange, Earth's most fantastic child, Compasseth every clime in the vast range Of his long progress wild, Whene'er in lordly bower or lowly grange Dwells young-eyed Beauty mild. IV. But Friendship gives to earth high Heaven's hue, With roseate colouring Hiding the whole truth's faults, and yet all true Bids myriad Angels bring From out terrestrial caverns chill to view Her pure refulgent spring.
