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Ivy. — c Friendship .’ 
Every one can talk of friendship, yet few seem to understand its 
obligations alike. Young and Byron have both attempted to describe 
this sentiment, yet who will affirm that either of them felt it ? 
There are a thousand nameless ties, 
Which only such as feel them know; 
Of kindred thoughts, deep sympathies, 
And untold fancy spells, which throw 
O’er ardent minds and faithful hearts, 
A chain, whose charmed links so blend, 
That the light circlet but imparts 
Its force, in these fond words, — my friend! 
It is a mystic wreath, which twines 
Around two souls its tendrils bright, 
Whose sacred, softest touch refines 
And purifies; it is a fight, 
