Oh! think not this, “that I can be
A creature without gratitude:”
On foreign lands; the briny sea;
In north and southern latitude,
I’ve ponder’d ’neath the starry height—
Thank’d thee, dear John, my dearest friend;
Dwelt o’er past pleasures with delight,
And shall till Death defines my end.
Then, let no angry thoughts possess
Your mind, or mine; my mind, nor your’s;