Wrote on the Blank Leaf of a Copy of My First Edition, Which I Sent to an Old Sweetheart, Then Married
Once fondly lov'd, and still rememb'red dear,
Sweet early Object of my youthful vows,
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,
Friendship — 'tis all cold duty now allows.
And while you read the simple, artless rhymes,
One friendly sigh for him — he asks no more,
Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar.
'Twas the girl I mention in my letter to Dr. Moore, where I speak of taking the sun's altitude. — Poor Peggy! Her husband is my old acquaintance and a most worthy fellow. — When I was taking leave of my Carrick relations intending to go to the West Indies, when I took farewel of her, neither she nor I could speak a syllable. — Her husband escorted me three miles on my road, and we both parted with tears. —
Sweet early Object of my youthful vows,
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere,
Friendship — 'tis all cold duty now allows.
And while you read the simple, artless rhymes,
One friendly sigh for him — he asks no more,
Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath th' Atlantic roar.
'Twas the girl I mention in my letter to Dr. Moore, where I speak of taking the sun's altitude. — Poor Peggy! Her husband is my old acquaintance and a most worthy fellow. — When I was taking leave of my Carrick relations intending to go to the West Indies, when I took farewel of her, neither she nor I could speak a syllable. — Her husband escorted me three miles on my road, and we both parted with tears. —
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