THE YOUNG HIBERNIAN Or genteel Merchant

Accept my friend the tribute of a lay, Unknown to flatt'ry or fastidious sway; What friendship dictates freely here I write, No praises deal nor censures throw through spite Thy nicer feelings, nicely too refin'd, Needs not the grov'ling principle of mind, And modest worth within thy breast conceal'd, Would blame the muse if she that worth reveal'd. Pass then the phrases babling bards bestow, These juster trifles, J—, from candour flow.

Ah! cruel Delia why to J—severe? He claim'd thy ev'ry kindest, sweetest care; No swain so tender e'er could fill thy arms Nor taste with truer gratitude thy charms— Witness ye bow'rs where both together stray'd, While sense enraptur'd sentiment betray'd, The length'ning walk, 'till sober ev'ning came, And warn'd you home to save your tender fame! Doom'd by thy frown, he crost the western main, To beat the common beaten tract for gain. May kindest success trown thy wishes here, And fortune favours fortune labours cheer, With years of health and happiness complete, Content and ease and independance sweet.