TO THE

REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN.

1. UNWIN, I should but ill repay

The kindness of a friend,
Whose worth deserves as warm a lay

As ever friendship penn'd,
Thy name omitted in a page
That would reclaim a vicious ago.

IL..

A union form'd, as mine with thee,

Not rashly, nor in sport,
May be as ferrent in degree,

And faithful in its sort,
And may as rich in comfort provom
As that of truo fraternal lovo.

III.
The bud inserted in the rind,

The bud of peach or rose,
Adorns, though diff ring in its kind,

The stock whoreon it grows,
With flow'r as sweet, or fruit as fair,
As if produc'd by Nature there.

IV.
Not rich, I render what I may,

I seize thy name in haste,
And place it in this first essay,

Lost this should prove the last. 'Tis where it should be—in a plan, That holds in view the good of man.

V. The poet's lyre, to fix his fame,

Should be the poet's heart; Affoction lights a brighter flame

Than ever blaz’d by art. No muses on these lines attend, I sink the poet in the friend.

END OF VOL. I.

BY

WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.

TOGETHER WITH HIS

POSTHUMOUS POETRY,

AND

A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE

BY JOHN JOHNSON, LL. D.

THREE VOLUMES IN ONE.

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