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Eleven years may vastly change :
Far from the idleness of rime;
Forgetting oranges and myrtle,
And turn his back on thee and Wit.
For thee, my friend, whose copious vein
Who knows within so long a space
What scenes the present may efface,
of life may take, What winds may curl, what storms may shake, What varying colours, gay or grave, Shall tinge by turns the passing wave; Of objects on its banks what swarms,
The loftier or the fairer forms
Shall glide before the liquid glass,
Let Fancy then and Friendship stray
TO THE BARON DE STONNE,
WITH AIKIN'S ESSAY ON SONG-WRITING.
To Gallia’s gay and gallant coast
How Britons love--how Britons write.
Say, Love can hold his torch as high
Beneath our heaven deformed with showers,
As in her pure and brilliant sky,
By vine-clad hills or myrtle bowers :
Ask if her damsels bloom more fair;
Ask if her swains can love as true ;
And urge her poets' tuneful care
To sing their praise in numbers due.
TO THE MISS WEBSTERS,
WITH DR. AIKIN'S “WISH,” WHICH THEY EXPRESSED
A DESIRE TO HAVE A COPY OF.
Not this the Wish in life's first, gayest page,
Becomes your opening years and golden prime;
When blood begins to creep, when fled is youth,
For you, quick Fancy spreads her brightest stores,
O may her soft enchantment late prolong
Nor fear, while you the gaudy dream pursue,
Life's serious aim and sober joys to miss :