I shall return, nor more shall fear the day
That from my friends shall take poor me away.
Oh then roll on, ye lagging wheels of time,
Roll on the hours; till then, dear George, I’m thine.
“D. W.”
Verse-writing was but an episode, an occasional diversion, with Daniel, and when he entered upon his professional life he found little time to devote to it. I will therefore cite but one other specimen of his college productions in this line. It was written shortly after his eighteenth birthday, and was appended to a letter written to his intimate friend, Mr. Bingham.
It runs thus:
“SYLVARUMQUE POTENS DIANA. A FABLE.
“Bright Phœbus long all rival suns outshone,
And rode triumphant on his splendid throne.