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174 How can I guide ? thou, only, know'st the way ; I am but as the staff within thy hand — A trusty staff, — lean on me, dear, I pray ; But oh, my friend, how shall I comfort thee ? I can but weep with thee, O friend of friends, And bid thee use me even as thou wilt. Dost wish for smiles ? they come at thy command : For song ? that, bird-like, only waits thy call. Will dying serve thee ? let me quickly die. Will living serve thee ? let me live for aye. Such as my being is, 'tis wholly thine ; But still, O friend, how shall I comfort thee ?