Thy rise of fortune did I only wed,
From its decline determined to recede?
Did I but purpose to embark with thee
On the smooth surface of a summer's sea,
While gentle zephyrs play in prosperous gales,
And fortune's favour fills the swelling sails;
But would forsake the ship, and make the shore,
When the winds whistle, and the tempests roar?
No, Henry, no one sacred oath has tied

Our loves; one destiny our life shall guide,

Nor wild, nor deep, our common way divide! . Prior.

Friendship has a power

To soothe affliction in her darkest hour.

Adhering in the adverse hour,

H. K. White.