XXVIII.

CONTRAST.

A door just opened on a street -- I, lost, was passing by -- An instant's width of warmth disclosed, And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I, I, lost, was passing by, -- Lost doubly, but by contrast most, Enlightening misery.

FRIENDS.

Are friends delight or pain? Could bounty but remain Riches were good.

But if they only stay Bolder to fly away, Riches are sad.