To the Hon. Thomas Dawson

Sweet innocence! whose infant heart
With op'ning life securely plays,
May ease and sprightly health conspire
To crown thy first and fairest days.

Too soon, by hast'ning time led on
To years of folly, years of care,
With fond regret, shalt thou recall
Thy guiltless smiles and joys sincere.

Thy easy path, now strown with flow'rs,
Shall soon become a winding way,
Where error spreads it's dark'ning mist,
And dang'rous passions wildly stray.

Ah! then may heav'n's directing aid
Conduct thee thro' the mazy road,
Where duty's steady hand has traced
The narrow line of human good.
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