Sent
with
Some
Poems
.
To
thee
,
dear
partner
of
my
fate
,
This
poetry
I
consecrate
;
Nor
will
thy
friendly
heart
refuse
The
tribute
of
an
artless
Muse
,
Whose
strains
could
never
condescend
On
Vice
or
Folly
to
attend
;
Could
never
Vanity
inflate
,
Or
offer
incense
to
the
Great
;
In
which
no
line
did
e'er
appear
But
as
thy
candid
breast
sincere
.
If
they
in
aught
have
merit
shown
,
That
merit
thou
mayst
call
thy
own
—
Since
thou
dost
oft
my
thoughts
engage
Attentive
o'er
the
classic
page
,
While
listening
to
the
magic
lay
Whole
days
unheeded
pass
away
;
Since
'twas
to
please
thy
partial
mind
My
pen
to
poetry
inclin'd
.
And
if
the
trifle
should
have
power
Thee
to
amuse
one
vacant
hour
,
Let
others
to
loud
fame
aspire
,
Thy
praise
is
all
that
I
desire
.