For Friends, whom trifling faults can sever,
Are valued most, WHEN LOST FOR EVER!
The LASCAR.
IN TWO PARTS.
I.
“Another day, Ah! me, a day
“Of dreary Sorrow is begun!
“And still I loathe the temper’d ray,
“And still I hate the sickly Sun!
“Far from my Native Indian shore,
“I hear our wretched race deplore;