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 "Cling to the shrowds!" In vain! The breakers roar—
 * Death shrieks! With two alone of all his clan,

Forlorn the poet paced the Grecian shore,
 * No classic roamer, but a ship-wreck'd man!

Say then, what muse inspir'd these genial strains,
 * And lit his spirit to so bright a flame?

The elevating thought of suffer'd pains,
 * Which gentle hearts shall mourn; but chief, the name

Of Gratitude! Remembrances of Friend,
 * Or absent or no more! Shades of the Past,

Which Love makes Substance! Hence to thee I send,
 * O dear as long as life and memory last!

I send with deep regards of heart and head,
 * Sweet maid, for friendship form'd! this work to thee:

And thou, the while thou can'st not choose but shed
 * A tear for Author:William Falconer (1732-1769), wilt remember !