That he was one that world was bound to know, 80
For aught he gave it.—Here his story ends!
P. And is this all? This character my Friend’s!
That may, alas! be mine——“a decent Lad!”—
The very phrase would make a Poet mad!
And he is gone!—Oh! proudly did I think
That we together at that fount should drink;
Together climb the steep ascent of Fame;
Together gain an ever-during name,
And give due credit to our native home—