To a FRIEND in AMERICA

My Heart is with thee, but I dare not give Myself the Pleasure of a wand'ring Thought, That I to see the Day may ever live, When to America I may be brought; Where I that peaceful Solitude may find, Which more than Riches would delight my Mind.

But here I'm fix'd, my Station here is set, By Him whose Will is sov'reign to mine, My Work and Service tye me here as yet, At which I bless my GOD, I don't repine; O! may my Spirit always take Delight, In that which is most pleasing in His Sight.