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Dear Anna Between friend and friend	A
Prose answers every common end	A
Serves in a plain and homely way	B
To express the occurrence of the day	B
Our health the weather and the news	C
What walks we take what books we choose	C
And all the floating thoughts we find	D
Upon the surface of the mind	D
But when a poet takes the pen	E
Far more alive than other men	E
He feels a gentle tingling come	F
Down to his finger and his thumb	F
Derived from nature's noblest part	G
The centre of a glowing heart	G
And this is what the world who knows	H
No flights above the pitch of prose	H
His more sublime vagaries slighting	I
Denominates an itch for writing	I
No wonder I who scribble rhyme	J
To catch the triflers of the time	J
And tell them truths divine and clear	K
Which couched in prose they will not hear	L
Who laboured hard to allure and draw	M
The loiterers I never saw	M
Should feel that itching and that tingling	I
With all my purpose intermingling	I
To your intrinsic merit true	N
When called to address myself to you	N
Mysterious are His ways whose power	O
Brings forth that unexpected hour	O
When minds that never met before	P
Shall meet unite and part no more	P
It is the allotment of the skies	Q
The hand of the Supremely Wise	Q
That guides and governs our affections	R
And plans and orders our connections	R
Directs us in our distant road	S
And marks the bounds of our abode	S
Thus we were settled when you found us	T
Peasants and children all around us	T
Not dreaming of so dear a friend	A
Deep in the abyss of Silver End	A
Thus Martha even against her will	U
Perched on the top of yonder hill	U
And you though you must needs prefer	O
The fairer scenes of sweet Sancerre	O
Are come from distant Loire to choose	C
A cottage on the banks of Ouse	C
This page of Providence quite new	N
And now just opening to our view	N
Employs our present thoughts and pains	C
To guess and spell what it contains	C
But day by day and year by year	O
Will make the dark enigma clear	O
And furnish us perhaps at last	V
Like other scenes already past	V
With proof that we and our affairs	C
Are part of a Jehovah's cares	C
For God unfolds by slow degrees	C
The purport of his deep decrees	C
Sheds every hour a clearer light	W
In aid of our defective sight	W
And spreads at length before the soul	X
A beautiful and perfect whole	X
Which busy man's inventive brain	Y
Toils to anticipate in vain	Y
Say Anna had you never grown	Z
The beauties of a rose full blown	Z
Could you though luminous your eye	A2
By looking on the bud descry	O
Or guess with a prophetic power	O
The future splendour of the flower	O
Just so the Omnipotent who turns	C
The system of a world's concerns	C
From mere minutiae can educe	C
Events of most important use	C
And bid a dawning sky display	B
The blaze of a meridian day	B
The works of man tend one and all	B2
As needs they must from great to small	B2
And vanity absorbs at length	C2
The monuments of human strength	C2
But who can tell how vast the plan	D2
Which this day's incident began	D2
Too small perhaps the slight occasion	E2
For our dim sighted observation	E2
It passed unnoticed as the bird	F2
That cleaves the yielding air unheard	F2
And yet may prove when understood	G2
A harbinger of endless good	G2
Not that I deem or mean to call	B2
Friendship a blessing cheap or small	B2
But merely to remark that ours	C
Like some of nature's sweetest flowers	C
Rose from a seed of tiny size	C
That seemed to promise no such prize	C
A transient visit intervening	I
And made almost without a meaning	I
Hardly the effect of inclination	E2
Produced a friendship then begun	E2
That has cemented us in one	E2
And placed it in our power to prove	H2
By long fidelity and love	I2
That Solomon has wisely spoken	E2
'A threefold cord is not soon broken '	J2

William Cowper

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