The heart's warm dictates to the distant friend;
'Tis his alone to please, instruct, advise
Ages remote, and nations yet to rise.
In sweet repose, when labour's children sleep,
When joy forgets to smile and care to weep,
When passion slumbers in the lover's breast,
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And fear and guilt partake the balm of rest—
Why then denies the studious man to share
Man's common good, who feels his common care?