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 is a rough Rude sketch of my friend, Faint-coloured enough And unworthily penned.

Fearlessly fair And triumphant he stands, And holds unaware Friends' hearts in his hands;

Stalwart and straight As an oak that should bring Forth gallant and great Fresh roses in spring.

On the paths of his pleasure All graces that wait What metre shall measure What rhyme shall relate

Each action, each motion, Each feature, each limb, Demands a devotion In honour of him: