A legend, which, I much bewail,
Has been by time or mice defaced,
So much that parts are scarcely traced:
My wish has been, a man to find
Whose taste to poetry inclined,
Who kindly would the remnants read
And fill in where the sense may need—
A few words here—a passage there—
While now and then a page may share,
Destruction's touch, and need much skill