TO THE

REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN.

I.

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.

II.

A union form'd, as mine with thee,

Not rashly, or in sport,
May be as fervent in degree,

And faithful in it's sort,

And may as rich in comfort prove,
As that of true fraternal love.

III.

The bud inserted in the rind,

The bud of peach or rose,
Adorns, though diff'ring in it's kind,
The stock whereon it grows,

With flow'r as sweet, or fruit as fair,
As if produc'd by Nature there.

368 TO THE REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN.

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,
Should be the poet's heart;
Affection lights a brighter flame
Than ever blaz'd by art.
No muses on these lines attend,
I sink the poet in the friend.

END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.

T. Eensley, Printer,
Bolt Curt, Fleet Street, London.