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But ah! we feel no real joy
If all alone our steps we bend;
But pleasure is without alloy,
When bless'd with Heav'n's best gift, a Friend.
The desert would to me an Eden prove,
If travers'd with the friend I dearly love.
If all alone our steps we bend;
But pleasure is without alloy,
When bless'd with Heav'n's best gift, a Friend.
The desert would to me an Eden prove,
If travers'd with the friend I dearly love.
IRREGULAR STANZAS,WRITTEN DURING AFFLICTION.
Father Omnipotent! I lowly bend
Before thy glorious throne,
In Thee still sure to find a Friend,
I trust in Thee, in Thee alone.
Before thy glorious throne,
In Thee still sure to find a Friend,
I trust in Thee, in Thee alone.
