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ON THE DEATH OF HIS FRIEND SENNUCCIO.
O friend! though left a wretched pilgrim here, / By thee though left in solitude to roam, / Yet can I mourn that thou hast found thy home, / On angel pinions borne, in bright career? / Now thou behold'st the ever-turning sphere, / And stars that journey round the concave dome; / Now thou behold'st how short of truth we come, / How blind our judgment, and thine own how clear! / That thou art happy soothes my soul oppress'd.