For who entranc’d, in Visions from above
The Thought of Kindred razes from the Mind?
Feels in the Soul no warm returning Love
For some endear’d Companion left behind.
From Friendship’s Breast reluctant they withdrew,
And with a sigh forsook their native air:
To their fond Parents when they bad adieu
Gush’d from their Eye the tender filial Tear.
For Thee, who mindful of th’ encloyster’d Fair
Dost in these Lines their artless Tale relate,