To the Hon. Master B—. Sent with a select Collection of Books

Tho', gentle youth, thy calm untainted mind, Be like a morning in the spring, serene, Time may commit the passions unconfin'd, To the rude rigour of a noontide reign.

Then, in the morn of placid life be wise, And travel thro' the groves of science soon, There cull the plants of virtue that may rise, A peaceful shelter from that sultry noon.