Yet, tho’ I lightly scorn wide mouths agape,
’Twere worthy of high record, in this mart
Of barter and exchange, how I to thee
Came, all my prospect waste and spilt,
A Stranger, and with what unquestioning air
Thou took me in, and sought to succour me:
Forget it thou may’st; likeliest is thou wilt;
But not so I who found a heart so rare.
Transcriber’s Notes
Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.