A Sequel to Don Juan — page 151: what you’re looking at

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142 A SEQUEL 'TO XLY. Oh ! is it not the stranger’s hand that oft Plucks from the smarting wound aftliction’s sting 7 And is it not from stranger lips that soft Compassion flows to soothe our sorrowing ?— When kindred stood aloof, and false friends scoffed, From sources until then unknown would spring Sweet founts of sympathy to heal my care, And teach me how the ills of earth to bear. XLVI. And if Pythagorean creeds be true, And the departed spirit can return U pon aérial pinion, to renew Those feelings with which mortal bosoms burn,— How mournful for the dead thus to review The cruelty of faithless friends who spurn The youthful charge entrusted to their care, And drive him forth to sorrow and despair ! XLVII. Such was my lot! Oft did my young heart melt Beside the grave of buried comforts ;—few The flowers that margined my pathway, or dealt A perfume round— they withered as they grew ; And I despaired to rear them, for I felt That there was wanting still that holy dew _ Which to the bruised and drooping plant is dear— { mean the kind and sympathetic tear ! cComichbooksreom