Poetry
... sobtrs. lM Y FRIEND. THU gencrours eiart and open hand 'TI is mille to honlour Lad conmmesnd, For next to thee' my native land, lon ii the anale of Friend. Let others at Love's altar bend, And heal, Withl gifts his flowery shrine- There is that ?? his charms transcend, Alid that is Frienidship's warmth divine. 'T is mine to know the healing power * Which, o'er life's evils, Friendship flings: ...