VERSES - 1827

as if in farewell, beginning Time beckons on the hours, th'expiring year Already feels cold winter's icy breath, spring will bring the hour of parting from the harbour where my heart Sometime had found a peaceful resting place... Tis true I leave no void, the happy home To which you welcomed me will be as gay, yet Perchance my name will be pronounced again... Think of me then; nor break kind mem'rys spell By reason's censure coldly o'er me cast Think only that I loved ye passing well And let my follies slumber with the past, 28 lines on 2 sides 4to. with conjugate blank, no place, no date, watermark