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WHEN we as strangers sought / Their catering care, / Veiled smiles bespoke their thought / Of what we were. / They warmed as they opined / Us more than friends- / That we had all resigned / For love's dear ends.
And that swift sympathy / With living love / Which quicks the world-maybe / The spheres above, / Made them our ministers, / Moved them to say, / "Ah, God, that bliss like theirs / Would flush our day!"