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Thus will life's current gently flow,
And pour forth every
Till Nature failing, ebb shall bring Death with his dart-but not his sting!
ASKING 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,
And when I've a mind that the Jealous should smart,
I pierce with an owl-feather'd arrow his heart.
For the Youth, in whom truth and fondness reside,
From You, O my Delia, that gave me the wound.