ORIGINAL POETRY.
For the WiImingtOnian
"54 TO FRIENDSHIP,
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Thou sharer Of an angels smile;
Thou, who canst human woes beguilc,


And dry the Widows tear;
O come from thy cerulean sky,
And wine the dew.drop from this eye:


Come heavenly friendship dear.
Thine is the task TO hull our care,
And hush the rawlings of despair;


Yea, stop the tide of grief.
Thv soothing voice bids bosoms glow;
Thy song can still the storm of woe,


And give wretch relief.
When Pity, heavcn-born maid, aloud
Descended thro' the billowy cloud,


To shed her tears on eartll,
Thy grove she sought, to pour her woes.
Which thou at every sorrow'd close,
Converted into mirth.
Dear FnYESDsH1p, oft in secret, I
Have wish'd to hear thy raptui'd sigh.
And dwell upon thy breast.
All language fails, compar'd TO thee:
Thou art all love-all sympathy


And with thee all are blest.
The slave that tlrags the calling chain;
The sea-boy tost upon the main;


Or those far doomd to roam
MI turn the eye to Thy dear grove.
And back with thee they wish to rove


Friendship Of sweet home!
Where Ger we roam-where e'er we stray,
If thou but light'st the dreary way,


No care can dare intrude.
Each bosom feels thy kind embrace,
Each eve beams forth thy winning grace.


And glanccs gratitude.
And cen when raging fevers reign,
And death distracts the burning brain,


Fast sinking to the dead;
Thy breast the softcst pillow yields.
For him thy generous nature feels,


And holds his dying head.