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　　POEMS FROM BLANK VERSE, BY CHARLES LLOYD AND CHARLES LAMB, 1798

　　TO CHARLES LLOYD

　　A stranger, and alone, I past those scenes

　　We past so late together; and my heart

　　Felt something like desertion, when I look'd

　　Around me, and the well-known voice of friend

　　Was absent, and the cordial look was there

　　No more to smile on me. I thought on Lloyd;

　　All he had been to me. And now I go

　　Again to mingle with a world impure,

　　With men who make a mock of holy things

　　Mistaken, and of man's best hope think scorn.

　　The world does much to warp the heart of man,

　　And I may sometimes join its ideot laugh.

　　Of this I now complain not. Deal with me,

　　Omniscient Father! as thou judgest best,

　　And in thy season tender thou my heart.

　　I pray not for myself; I pray for him

　　Whose soul is sore perplex'd: shine thou on him,

　　Father of Lights! and in the difficult paths

　　Make plain his way before him. His own thoughts

　　May he not think, his own ends not pursue;

　　So shall he best perform thy will on earth.

　　Greatest and Best, thy will be ever ours!

　　August, 1797. The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 4