Once fondly lov’d, and still remember’d dear;
Sweet early object of my youthful vows!
Accept this mark of friendship, warm, sincere, —
Friendship! ‘t is all cold duty now allows.
And when you read the simple, artless rhymes,
One friendly sigh for him — he asks no more, —
Who distant burns in flaming torrid climes,
Or haply lies beneath th’ Atlantic roar.