TO ——
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A Stranger, and thou took’st me in. Great Heart! It fits not well my temper to high-trape My woes before a listless world, or drape With melancholy habit each grim part Life bad me to, for with a sovereign art She did it so, my stubborn thought to shape. Yet, tho’ I lightly scorn wide mouths agape, ’Twere worthy of high record, in this mart Of barter and exchange, how I to thee Came, all my prospect waste and spilt, A Stranger, and with what unquestioning air Thou took me in, and sought to succour me: Forget it thou may’st; likeliest is thou wilt; But not so I who found a heart so rare.