epistle to james smith
friendship, mysterious t of the soul!
sweet'ner of life, and solder of society!
i owe thee much—bir.
dear smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief,
that e'er attempted stealth or rief!
ye surely hae some warlock-brief
owre humas;
for ne'er a bosom yet rief
against your arts.
for me, i swear by sun an' moon,
an' ev'ry star that blinks aboon,
ye've e twenty pair o' shoon,
just gaun to see you;
an' ev'ry ither pair that's done,
mair taen i'm wi' you.
that au
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