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And if thy heart should ever mourn, May friendship soothe the anxious sorrow; Till hope with lovely smile return, To promise thee a brighter morrow.

And ah! may health benignly shed Her blessings o'er thy sister's head; And nurse the charge with influence bland, Till on her cheek the rose expand.

 

muse shall breathe a native lay, And sweetly consecrate the day; While Anna by the power of truth Leads on our emulative youth; While each young virtue of the heart, To her a rapture can impart. The genuine thoughts her soul may prize, Endear'd by fond affection's ties; Warm from the bosom's ardent glow, The wild effusions gaily flow. "The muse shall breathe a native lay, "And sweetly consecrate the day:" While love and friendship's pure delight, To bless our little band unite.