I would not trust my heart....the dear delight Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's coast * Garth. But higher far my proud pretensions rise.... And, while the wings of fancy still are free, TO THE REV. WILLIAM CAWTHORNE UNWIN. I. UNWIN, I should but ill rep ay The kindness of a friend, As ever friendship penn'd, Thy name omitted in a page That would reclaim a vicious age. II. An union form'd, as mine with thee, Not rashly, or in sport, May be as fervent in degree, And faithful in its sort, And may as rich in comfort As that of true fraternal love. prove, III. The bud inserted in the rind, With flow'r as sweet, or fruit as fair, TO THE REV. WM. CAWTHORNE UNWIN. 267 IV. Not rich, I render what I may.... I seize thy name in haste, And place it in this first essay, Lest this should prove the last. 'Tis where it should be....in a plan That holds in view the good of man. V. The poet's lyre, to fix his fame, No muses on these lines attend, END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. |