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HE ASKS FROM A FRIEND THE LOAN OF THE WORKS OF ST. AUGUSTIN.
If Love or Death no obstacle entwine / With the new web which here my fingers fold, / And if I 'scape from beauty's tyrant hold / While natural truth with truth reveal'd I join, / Perchance a work so double will be mine / Between our modern style and language old, / That (timidly I speak, with hope though bold) / Even to Rome its growing fame may shine: / But, since, our labour to perfect at last / Some of the blessed threads are absent yet / Which our dear father plentifully met, / Wherefore to me thy hands so close and fast / Against their use? Be prompt of aid and free, / And rich our harvest of fair things shall be.
MACGREGOR.