TO THE SAME, ON ANOTHER ANNIVERSARY OF THE SAME DAY. WITH HIS OWN PROFILE IN SHADOW. IN N many an emblem's better part, Permit me now to let you fee, A Shadow, that should look like me; In all, but one dear treasure, poor; The Shadow of a Man, whofe eye Mark'd where the worthieft charm the most ; The Shadow of a Man, who knows How likeness from affection grows; And his own Virtue best secures, When most he feels, and honours Yours. All other Pride and Praise above -THE SHADOW OF THE MAN YOU LOVE! TO THE SAME, ON ANOTHER ANNIVERSARY OF THE SAME DAY. WITH A SILVER TEA-POT, AND OTHER plate. AFFECTION, which in humbler Toys, In these more gaudy gifts of Plate : Their Worth commences, when they're Yours: And Love fo just as mine before, Was never less-nor can be more. I knew you amiably great, When hallow'd Union join'd our fate; Whatever part esteem inspir'd, Or duty taught, or need requir'd, Was yours-and therefore it was good. 'Twas praise of manners-like your own. More varied, but to seem more fair. The centre of it's earlier fcope, With equal latitude still shares Th' acute excess of all my cares ;- Smiles Comfort on the bed of pain : Now, fhows me on how fure a base, My grateful heart's applaufive truth, No Verse can make my feelings known, Till Silver is as pure as You! |