To meet thee Summer bound with lightsome tread—
Or Autumn in thy lap with generous care
Delight his relics and his gifts to shed—
Thee, Evening! will I sing!—and my poor lay
Oh! may it e’er prolong thy welcome stay!
TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND.
If thou with me among these hills couldst stray,
Glad wouldst thou mark my spirit’s graver tone;
Thou, who with mild reproach didst oft essay
To wake in me thoughts lofty as thine own.