TO THE REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN. UNWIN, I should but ill repay The kindness of a friend, Whose worth deserves as warm a lay, As ever friendship penn'd, Thy name omitted in a page, That would reclaim a vicious age. A union form'd, as mine with thee, And faithful in its sort, And may as rich in comfort prove, The bud inserted in the rind, The bud of peach or rose, Not rich, I render what I may, Lest this should prove the last. : The poet's lyre, to fix his fame, END OF VOL. I. |