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As doth the flower revolve to meet the sun,

Once more my spirit to sweet comfort turns,

Struck by thy words' invigorating ray.

How dear the counsel of a present friend,

Lacking whose godlike power, the lonely one

In silence droops! for, lock'd within his breast,

Slowly are ripen'd purpose and resolve,

Which friendship's genial warmth had soon matur'd.