All hail! ye tender feelings dear! The smile of love, the friendly tear The sympathetic glow! Long since, this world's thorny ways Had number'd out my weary days, Had it not been for you! Fate still has blest me with a friend In every care and ill And oft a more endearing band A tie more tender still. It lightens, it brightens The tenebrific scene, To meet with, and greet with My Davie or my Jean!
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