UNWIN, I fhould but ill repay,
The kindness of a friend,

Whofe worth deserves as warm a lay

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,

Nor rafhly or in fport,

May be as fervent in degree,

And faithful in its fort,

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

III.

The bud inferted in the rind,
The bud of peach or rose,

Adorns, though diff'ring in its kind,
The stock whereon it grows,
With flow'r as fweet or fruit as fair,
As if produc'd by nature there.

IV. Nor

IV.

Nor rich, I render what I may,
I feize thy name in hafte,
And place it in this firft affay,

Left this fhould prove the last.

'Tis where it fhould 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 mufes on these lines attend,
I fink the poet in the friend.

EN D OF VOL. J.