How justice might be done to me,
On due reflection, thought it fit,
As things were order'd, to submit;
Told me, at present, to be quiet,
To seem content, nor breed a riot,
But when I truely crav'd a friend,
I knew the home of Dickey Bend;
Then with affection's warmth caress'd me,
And, with a parent's blessing, bless'd me.
"From that dear cottage now I mov'd,