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FAR FROM HIS FRIENDS, HE FLIES TO THEM IN THOUGHT.
The more my own fond wishes would impel / My steps to you, sweet company of friends! / Fortune with their free course the more contends, / And elsewhere bids me roam, by snare and spell / The heart, sent forth by me though it rebel, / Is still with you where that fair vale extends, / In whose green windings most our sea ascends, / From which but yesterday I wept farewell.
It took the right-hand way, the left I tried, / I dragg'd by force in slavery to remain, / It left at liberty with Love its guide; / But patience is great comfort amid pain: / Long habits mutually form'd declare / That our communion must be brief and rare.
MACGREGOR.