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Once
fondly loved and still remember'd dear,
Sweet early object of my youthful vows,
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere ?
(Friendship! 'tis all cold duty now allows.)
And
when you read the simple artless rhymes,
One friendly sigh for him ? he asks no more ?
Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar.
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