
THE POETRY OF FLIWETS, 




















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Tit gros t was the first to speak—and words there were, | 
e Wild words, that painted fond affection’s 
hue, course ;—- I] 
O! what indeed will erring tongues not dare, Hy 
Wy When conquering Feeling prompts! Like 
ne winds that force 
ne tt then{ rom wind-harps mystic sounds, the lips declare, . 
'd men, Thoughts that are often follow’d by remorse ; Ht 
For passion hath a potency that breaks etn 
| we fed Each puny bulwark callous Reason makes! i } 
r pall'd Nh) aa 
shied But our’s was Friendship’s purest worship—pure, 
ecall’d Altho’ that worship bowed at earthly shrines, 
| was wet Alas! that hearts on altars insecure 
2, ungalld Should sacrifice their all of bliss! There i 
ch’s son, twines 
ls were ons O’er mankind’s sweetest hopes corruption sure, 
To blast their beauty e’en whilst most it 
er spake shines !— 
ahtful mine 'Tis but to teach us there are worlds above, 
“Vhere Hope fruition £nds in endless Tove ! 
+ awake, 
jouht grew 
