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FLORA’S ALBUM. 


Joy. 
* Yet thou,—beneath the howling blast 
When all is drear, art smiling on.” | | 
FRIENDSHIP. 
I had a friend that loved me ; 
T was his soul; he lived not but in me; 
We were so close within each other’s breast, 
The rivets were not found that joined us first, 
That doth not reach us yet; we were so mixed, 
As meeting streams ; both to ourselves were lost. ! 
We were one mass, — we could not give or take, 
But from the same ; for he was I; I, he: 
Return, my better half, and give me all myself, 
For thou art all! 
If I have any joy when thou art absent, 
| I grudge it to myself; methinks I rob 
Thee of thy part. 
I will collect some rare, some cheerful friends, 
And we shall spend together glorious hours, 
That gods might envy. 



DRYDEN. 

JOANNA BAILurg 
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