April 1795

If e’er, ELIZA, grief awakes thy sigh, Pales that red lip, or dims that lucid eye, O may this gay envelop then contain, From hands belov’d, the lenitives of pain; Yet seldom may thy fair and prosperous fate Demand the pensive sympathetic trait, But Friendship, tender, fervent, and sincere, Breathe the glad strains of gratulation here!