To Mrs. Sarah Robinson

Soul-breathing verse, thy gentlest guise put on And greet the honor'd name of Robinson. Rome in her throng'd and stranger-crowded streets, And palaces, where pilgrim _pilgrim_ meets, Holds not, respected Sarah, one that can Revered make the name of Englishman, Or loved, more than thy Kinsman, dear to me By many a friendly act. His heart I see In thee with answering courtesy renew'd. Nor shall to thee my debt of gratitude Soon fade, that didst receive with open hand One that was come a stranger to thy land-- Now call[s] thee Friend. Her thanks, and mine, command.

Enfield, 14_th March_, 1831.