The calm and the stillness I could not retain;
My Hour fled away, every wish unfulfill'd,
And warm'd not the Friendship Suspicion had chill'd!




XVII.


LINES

_Sent to a Brother on his leaving England_.

May 2, 1816.

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FANCIFUL BOUQUET.

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_Hopes_ all glowing, _Wishes_ rare,
_Blessings_ mixed with many a _Prayer_,
Flowers as yet beyond compare,
Though flourishing in northern air.

_Farewells_ twined with tender _Fears_,
_Golden day-dreams_, gemm'd with tears,
_Affections_ nurtur'd many years,