Z. 



To Our Laureate 1 . L . R . 



Fow, ^»itli feel itigs- more than iiunble 

 I my feeble Trickle nurse 



Wlien I address tlxee Laureate , 



Thou Bubbling Spring of Verse . 



I'll tlierefore cut tliia ahort , lest I 

 Should make myself absurd, 



And hops you'll gill's this Gentleman 

 A place ationg your Iierd. 



