Visit to a Friend.

In your young days did such a favouring hour

Show you the littleness of wealth and pow'r?

Advent'rous climbers of the Mountain's brow;

While Love, their master, spreads his couch below —

‘ My dearest Jane,’ the untaught Walter cried,

As half repell'd he pleaded by her side;

‘ My dearest Jane, think of me as you may —’

Thus — still unutter'd what he strove to say,

They breath'd in sighs the anguish of their minds,

And took the path that led to neighbour Hind's.

A secret joy the well-known roof inspir'd,

Small was its store, and little they desir'd;

Jane dried her tears; while Walter forward flew

To aid the Dame; who to the brink updrew

The pond'rous Bucket as they reach'd the well,

And scarcely with exhausted breath could tell

How welcome to her Cot the blooming Pair,

O'er whom she watch'd with a maternal care.