lio an old sweetheart
once fondly lov'd, and still remember'd dear,
sweet early objey youthful vows,
accept this mark of 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 no more,
who, distant, burns in fming torrid climes,
or haply lies beh th' atntic roar.