TO A FRIEND IN AFFLICTION. AN ACROSTIC. D ark frowning clouds obscure thy sky, E ach future prospect fades; B ut there's a kind protector nigh, O n him rely for aid. R ich treasures are locked up in store, A ffliction turns the key; H ow oft when dreadful thunders roar, M ay showers bid famine flee. O sister, never yield to fears W hen tempests roar aloud, E 'en then, the bow of hope appears, R ich hues bedeck yon cloud.
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