English poem
To Dr. Austin, Of Cecil Street, London.
Austin! accept a grateful verse from me, The poet's treasure, no inglorious fee. Loved by the muses, thy ingenuous mind Pleasing requital in my verse may find; Verse oft has dash'd the scythe of Time aside, Immortalizing names which else had died: And O! could I command the glittering wealth With which sick kings are glad to purchase health! Yet, if extensive fame, and sure to live, Were in the power of verse like mine to give, I would not recompense his arts with less, Who, giving Mary health, heals my distress. Friend of my friend! I love thee, though unknown, And boldly call thee, being his, my own.
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