On her leaving the Country.
Since Friendship soon must bid a fond adieu,
And, parting, wish your charms she never knew,
Dear Laura hear one genuine thought express’d,
Warm from the heart, and to the heart address’d:—
Much do I wish you all your soul holds dear,
To sooth and sweeten ev’ry trouble here;
But heav’n has yielded such an ample store,
You cannot ask, nor can I wish you, more;
Bless’d with a sister’s love, whose gentle mind,
Still pure tho’ polish’d, virtuous and refin’d,
Will aid your tend’rer years and innocence
Beneath the shelter of her riper sense.
Charm’d with the bright example may you move,
And, loving, richly copy what you love.
Adieu! and blame not if an artless pray’r
Should, self-directed, ask one moment’s care:—
When years and absence shall their shade extend,
Reflect who sighs adieu, and call him—friend.