Once fondly lov’d, and still remember’d dear,
Sweet early object of my youthful vows,
Accept this markof friendship, warm, sincere,
Friendship! ’tis all cold duty now allows.
And when you read the simple artless rhymes,
One friendly sigh for him-he asks nomore,
Who, distant, burns in flaming torrid climes,
Orhaply lies beneath th’ Atlantic roar.