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How short, alas! was joy's bright day,
How swiftly flew the hours away,
When with my much lov'd friend!
Oh grant, ye gracious powers above,
That ours may lasting friendship prove,
And never know an end!
How swiftly flew the hours away,
When with my much lov'd friend!
Oh grant, ye gracious powers above,
That ours may lasting friendship prove,
And never know an end!
LINESWRITTEN ON A COURT-PLAISTER CASE.
If pin or knife thy skin should harm,
I kindly tend my healing art;
But I, alas! possess no balm
To heal the wounds of Cupid's dart.
I kindly tend my healing art;
But I, alas! possess no balm
To heal the wounds of Cupid's dart.
