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I TOLD thee sage philosophers impart,
That man is poor without the wealth that lies
In qualities that consecrate the ties
Which won him from himself, and set apart
For him the sympathy of woman's heart,
To which for pleasure and relief he flies:
Thou smil'dst assent; and thereupon didst rise,
And from the room immediately depart,
To answer calls concerning house affairs.
A moment afterwards, I'd this conceit,
I'd entertained an angel unawares;
And on the spot where late had been thy seat,
An apparition sat, and seemed to me
The very image, charming friend, of thee!
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