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Friendship, mysterious cement of the soul! / Sweet'ner of Life, and solder of Society! / I owe thee much-Blair.
Dear Smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief, / That e'er attempted stealth or rief! / Ye surely hae some warlock-brief / Owre human hearts; / For ne'er a bosom yet was prief / Against your arts.