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 , old acquaintance ! many a month has past Since last I viewed thy ruddy face; and I, Shame on me! had mean time well nigh forgot That such a friend existed. Welcome now!— When summer suns ride high, and tepid airs Dissolve in pleasing languor; then indeed We think thee needless, and in wanton pride Mock at thy grim attire and sooty jaws, And breath sulphureous, generating spleen, As Frenchmen say ; Frenchmen, who never knew The sober comforts of a good coal fire. —Let me imbibe thy warmth, and spread myself Before thy shrine adoring:—magnet thou Of strong attraction, daily gathering in