286 EPISTLE TO A LADY IN FRANCE. In pity to the souls his grace design'd O salutary streams, that murmur there! Ah, be not sad, although thy lot be cast TO THE REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN. I. UNWIN, I should but ill repay As ever friendship penn'd, Thy name omitted in a page, That would reclaim a vicious age. II. A union form'd, as mine with thee, May be as fervent in degree, And may as rich in comfort prove, As that of true fraternal love. III. The bud inserted in the rind, 288 TO THE REV. CAWTHORNE UNWIN. IV. Not rich, I render what I may, Lest this should prove the last. V. The poet's lyre, to fix his fame, END OF VOL. 1. |