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WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF ELLIOT CRESSON OF
PHILADELPHIA

BY THE AUTHOR OF LORENZO DE’MEDICI 

FROM distant climes the stranger came
With friendly view and social aim,
The various tribes of earth to scan
As friend to friend – as man to man. 

No glittering stones the stranger brought;
No arts profess’d, no wealth he sought;
His every wish one view confined,
The interchange of mind with mind. 

Not his with selfish views alone
To trace his course from zone to zone;
His hope-to stretch affection’s chain
>From land to land – from main to main.

The various powers and virtues tell
In human heads and hearts that dwell;
In bonds of love, the race to bind,
And make one people of mankind.