les to an old sweetheart

once fondly lov&039;d, and still reber&039;d dear,

sweet early object of y youthful vows,

aept this ark of friendship, war, scere,

friendship! &039;tis all ld duty now allows

and when you read the siple artless rhys,

one friendly sigh for hi—he asks no ore,

who, distant, burns fg torrid clis,

or haply lies beneath th&039; atntic roar