In praise of an accomplished female friend

The Female Friend

In this imperfect, gloomy scene

Of complicated ill,

How rarely is a day serene,

The throbbing bosom still!

Will not a beauteous landscape bright,

Or music’s soothing sound,

Console the heart, afford delight,

And throw sweet peace around?

They may, but never comfort lend

Like an accomplish’d female friend! 

The Reverend Cornelius Whur (1782- 1853)

(No, Gert didn’t make him up.)

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