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 With noiseless step, and watchest the faint look, Soothing each pang with fond solicitude, And tenderest tones medicinal of love. I too a had, an only Sister She lov'd me dearly, and I doted on her! To her I pour'd forth all my puny sorrows, (As a sick Patient in his Nurse's arms) And of the heart those hidden maladies That shrink asham'd from even Friendship's eye. O! I have woke at midnight, and have wept, Because !—Cheerily, dear ! Thou thy best friend shalt cherish many a year: Such warm presages feel I of high Hope. For not uninterested the dear maid I've view'd—her soul affectionate yet wise, Her polish'd wit as mild as lambent glories,