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Once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear, / Sweet early object of my youthful vows, / Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere, / Friendship! 'tis all cold duty now allows. / And when you read the simple artless rhymes, / One friendly sigh for him-he asks no more, / Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes, / Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar.