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FRIENDSHIP




From low pursuits exalt my mind,
From every vice of every kind
Nor let my conduct ever tend
To wound the feelings of a friend.


Through golden flowers my path should trace
And joys salute me as I pass,
Yet may my gen'rous bosom know,
And learn to feel another's woe.

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Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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