To Myrtilla

Soon Myrtilla must thy friend, Hasten to a distant shore; May propitious gales attend, May they waft him safely o'er!

When to pensive joys inclin'd, Thro' my native groves I stray, Thy dear image to my mind Soothing pleasures shall convey.

Fancy, oft, in airy flight, Will direct her course to you; Bringing scenes of past delight Back to my enraptur'd view.

Oft shall Schuylkill's rocky shore, With her waving woods around, Thy fond name, repeating o'er, Strive to swell the pleasing sound.

Thus with friendship most sincere, Shall my faithful bosom glow; All thy virtues I'll revere, With such love as angels know.

Hoping still tho' far from thee, I've a place in thy regard; Which delightful thought shall be My firm constancy's reward.