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 A FRIEND

All, that he came to give, He gave, and went again: I have seen one man live, I have seen one man reign, With all the graces in his train.

As one of us, he wrought Things of the common hour: Whence was the charmed soul brought, That gave each act such power; The natural beauty of a flower?

Magnificence and grace, Excellent courtesy: A brightness on the face, Airs of high memory: Whence came all these, to such as he?

Like young Shakespearian kings, He won the adoring throng: And, as Apollo sings, He triumphed with a song: Triumphed, and sang, and passed along.

With a light word he took The hearts of men in thrall: And, with a golden look, Welcomed them, at his call Giving their love, their strength, their all.