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TO ------

          HAPPY the feeling from the bosom thrown
          In perfect shape (whose beauty Time shall spare
          Though a breath made it) like a bubble blown
          For summer pastime into wanton air;
          Happy the thought best likened to a stone
          Of the sea-beach, when, polished with nice care,
          Veins it discovers exquisite and rare,
          Which for the loss of that moist gleam atone
          That tempted first to gather it. That here,
          O chief of Friends! such feelings I present,                10
          To thy regard, with thoughts so fortunate,
          Were a vain notion; but the hope is dear,
          That thou, if not with partial joy elate,
          Wilt smile upon this gift with more than mild content!



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