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SONNET.
Yes! there are sympathies fate cannot part,
Of souls, and thoughts,that mingle with our own;
Though earth and sea their barriers wide have thrown,
To sever us in being—yet our heart
Breathes the same hopes,the same aspiring knows,
With all the pure and good whom we have met;
Whose holy influence, lingering round us yet,
Burns at oppression,or at virtue glows.
Oh yes! our future being may disclose
The impressions mind has left on kindred mind,
Thoughts worthy heaven, all sacred and refined,
The angel-charm which friendship round us throws;
And then, beloved! it may be thine to see
The hope, strength, joy, which thou hast been to me.
Of souls, and thoughts,that mingle with our own;
Though earth and sea their barriers wide have thrown,
To sever us in being—yet our heart
Breathes the same hopes,the same aspiring knows,
With all the pure and good whom we have met;
Whose holy influence, lingering round us yet,
Burns at oppression,or at virtue glows.
Oh yes! our future being may disclose
The impressions mind has left on kindred mind,
Thoughts worthy heaven, all sacred and refined,
The angel-charm which friendship round us throws;
And then, beloved! it may be thine to see
The hope, strength, joy, which thou hast been to me.
