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Friend of my peaceful days substantial friend	A
Whom wealth can never change nor int'rest bend	A
I love thee like a child Thou wert to me	B
The dumb companion of my misery	B
And oftner of my joys then as I spoke	C
I shar'd thy sympathy Old Heart of Oak	C
For surely when my labour ceas'd at night	D
With trembling feverish hands and aching sight	D
The draught that cheer'd me and subdu'd my care	E
On thy broad shoulders thou wert proud to bear	E
O'er thee with expectation's fire elate	F
I've sat and ponder'd on my future fate	F
On thee with winter muffins for thy store	G
I've lean'd and quite forgot that I was poor	H
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Where dropp'd the acorn that gave birth to thee	B
Can'st thou trace back thy line of ancestry	B
We're match'd old friend and let us not repine	I
Darkness o'erhangs thy origin and mine	I
Both may be truly honourable yet	J
We'll date our honours from the day we met	J
When of my worldly wealth the parent stock	K
Right welcome up the Thames from Woolwich Dock	K
Thou cam'st when hopes ran high and love was young	L
But soon our olive branches round thee sprung	L
Soon came the days that tried a faithful wife	M
The noise of children and the cares of life	M
Then midst the threat'nings of a wintry sky	N
That cough which blights the bud of infancy	B
The dread of parents Rest's inveterate foe	O
Came like a plague and turn'd my songs to woe	O
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Rest without thee what strength can long survive	P
What spirit keep the flame of Hope alive	P
The midnight murmur of the cradle gave	Q
Sounds of despair and chilly as the grave	Q
We felt its undulating blast arise	R
Midst whisper'd sorrows and ten thousand sighs	R
Expiring embers warn'd us each to sleep	S
By turns to watch alone by turns to weep	S
By turns to hear and keep from starting wild	T
The sad faint wailings of a dying child	T
But Death obedient to Heav'n's high command	U
Withdrew his jav'lin and unclench'd his hand	U
The little sufferers triumph'd over pain	I
Their mother smil'd and bade me hope again	I
Yet Care gain'd ground Exertion triumph'd less	V
Thick fell the gathering terrors of Distress	V
Anxiety and Griefs without a name	W
Had made their dreadful inroads on my frame	W
The creeping Dropsy cold as cold could be	B
Unnerv'd my arm and bow'd my head to thee	B
Thou to thy trust old friend hast not been true	X
These eyes the bitterest tears they ever knew	X
Let fall upon thee now all wip'd away	Y
But what from memory shall wipe out that day	Y
The great the wealthy of my native land	U
To whom a guinea is a grain of sand	U
I thought upon them for my thoughts were free	B
But all unknown were then my woes and me	B
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Still Resignation was my dearest friend	A
And Reason pointed to a glorious end	A
With anxious sighs a parent's hopes and pride	Z
I wish'd to live I trust I could have died	Z
But winter's clouds pursu'd their stormy way	Y
And March brought sunshine with the length'ning day	Y
And bade my heart arise that morn and night	D
Now throbb'd with irresistible delight	D
Delightful 'twas to leave disease behind	A2
And feel the renovation of the mind	A2
To lead abroad upborne on Pleasure's wing	B2
Our children midst the glories of the spring	B2
Our fellow sufferers our only wealth	C2
To gather daisies in the breeze of health	C2
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'Twas then too when our prospects grew so fair	E
And Sabbath bells announc'd the morning pray'r	D2
Beneath that vast gigantic dome we bow'd	E2
That lifts its flaming cross above the cloud	E2
Had gain'd the centre of the checquer'd floor	G
That instant with reverberating roar	G
Burst forth the pealing organ mute we stood	F2
The strong sensation boiling through my blood	G2
Rose in a storm of joy allied to pain	I
I wept and worshipp'd GOD and wept again	I
And felt amidst the fervor of my praise	H2
The sweet assurances of better days	H2
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In that gay season honest friend of mine	I
I mark'd the brilliant sun upon thee shine	I
Imagination took her flights so free	B
Home was delicious with my book and thee	B
The purchas'd nosegay or brown ears of corn	I
Were thy gay plumes upon a summer's morn	I
Awakening memory that disdains control	I2
They spoke the darling language of my soul	I2
They whisper'd tales of joy of peace of truth	J2
And conjur'd back the sunshine of my youth	J2
Fancy presided at the joyful birth	K2
I pour'd the torrent of my feelings forth	L2
Conscious of truth in Nature's humble track	M2
And wrote The Farmer's Boy upon thy back	M2
Enough old friend thou'rt mine and shalt partake	N2
While I have pen to write or tongue to speak	O2
Whatever fortune deals me Part with thee	B
No not till death shall set my spirit free	B
For know should plenty crown my life's decline	I
A most important duty may be thine	I
Then guard me from Temptation's base control	I2
From apathy and littleness of soul	I2
The sight of thy old frame so rough so rode	P2
Shall twitch the sleeve of nodding Gratitude	Q2
Shall teach me but to venerate the more	G
Honest Oak Tables and their guests the poor	H
Teach me unjust distinctions to deride	Z
And falsehoods gender'd in the brain of Pride	Z
Shall give to Fancy still the cheerful hour	R2
To Intellect its freedom and its power	R2
To Hospitality's enchanting ring	B2
A charm which nothing but thyself can bring	B2
The man who would not look with honest pride	Z
On the tight bark that stemm'd the roaring tide	Z
And bore him when he bow'd the trembling knee	B
Home through the mighty perils of the sea	B
I love him not He ne'er shall be my guest	S2
Nor sip my cup nor witness how I'm blest	S2
Nor lean to bring my honest friend to shame	W
A sacrilegious elbow on thy frame	W
But thou through life a monitor shalt prove	T2
Sacred to Truth to Poetry and Love	U2
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