TO THE
COUNTESS OF LOUDOUN.

WILL gentle Loudoun deign to lend an ear,

When nature speaks, and sorrow drops a tear?

Within your walls my happiness I found

Luxuriant flourish, like the plants around:

Blithe as the birds that perch on yonder spray,

In joyous notes, I pour’d the willing lay.

Beneath your roof these humble lines had birth,