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 Fair stranger, thou hast asked boon Ofone to thee unknown, A lone and nameless wandercr On life's Sahara thrown; The boon--my humble tyres best nose-- l give without regret, Though in the fonu familiar clasp Our hands have never met Yet in the minds congenial thoughts, By dreamy night or day Free tlloughts, that thro' all space and time Pursue their social way; And in the hearts deep sympathies, Its gladness or its groan, Our spirits have full oft perchance A sweet communion known.

  Therefore whene'er thy pensive eye Ny simple verse shall trace, Though all unmeet its numbers are This spotlasssleaf to.greee- Deem that brother's kindly hand Inscribed each humble line, And that brothers warmest wish Is breathed for thee and thine. Itis, that all for whom thy heart z sHs | r e5eeis q iisatgiittt aug 1t t Of if tenderness, Through all the future scenes may be hs blest as thou Wouidst bless; And that to thee, my stranger friend, In fullness may be given, The solace of a spotless soul, The peace and smiles of heaven.

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