The Crow, the Gazelle, the Tortoise, and the Rat Page #2

								

    Gave to Sir Gnaw-cord time to bite
    The strings which held the Tortoise tight.
    So each one, in his several way,
    Fought a good fight, and won the day.
    On whom shall we the prize bestow?
    On the good heart, as you'll allow.
    What will not friendship dare for those
    On whom its gentle tendrils close?
    That other feeling, love, is not,
    Compared with friendship, worth a jot;
    Although, to tell the truth, its pains
    Distract my heart, and fill my strains.
    It is Love's gentle sister you
    Protect, and I'll adore her, too;
    And, blending Friendship with your name,
    Throughout the world her joys proclaim.


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