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Thus will life's current gently flow,
bliss below; Till Nature failing, ebb shall bring Death with his dart-but not his sting!
ASXING MY OPINION OF FRIENDSHIP.
By the Same.
Would Chloe know the highest bliss,
BY THE REV. S. HENLEY.
By the side of a stream that strays thro' the grove,
For the Youth, in whom truth and fondness reside, From the breast of a dove my dart is supply'd : This I value the most :—and this 'twas I found From You, O my Delia, that gave me the wound.