TO ELIZABETH RAY

First of women, best of friends

Take what a village rhymer sends,

A tear wet trifle sent to tell

The giver must bid thee farewell!

And shall I then when o'er the sea

Forget thee? No, it cannot be

When thinking of much loved Grace Hill,

Its drops of joy, its drafts of ill

I shed the fond regretting tear,

For those I did I do hold dear,

First shall mid those I parted with

Stand Friendship's Ray Elizabeth