Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face;
Still they call forth my warm affection's tear.
Such sorrow brings me honour, not disgrace.[4]
1802.
Footnote 4: [(return)]
The Author claims the indulgence of the reader, more for this piece, than, perhaps, any other in the collection; but as it was written at an earlier period than the rest, (being composed at the age of 14) and his first Essay, be preferred submitting it to the indulgence of his friends in its present state, to making either addition or alteration.
TO D. ——
In thee, I fondly hop'd to clasp,
A friend whom death alone could sever,
But envy with malignant grasp,