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 ROBERT SOUTHEY

My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.

With them I take delight in weal

And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel

How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.

My thoughts are with the Dead; with them

I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn,

Partake their hopes and fears; And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.

My hopes are with the Dead, anon

My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on

Through all Futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.

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SANAGRA' think not I forget Thy beautifully-storey'd streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet

In clear Thermodon, and yet greets

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