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No specious splendour of this stone / Endears it to my memory ever; / With lustre only once it shone, / And blushes modest as the giver.
Some, who can sneer at friendship's ties, / Have, for my weakness, oft reproved me; / Yet still the simple gift I prize,- / For I am sure the giver loved me.