But now your journey you pursue,
And other objects claim your view;
The dusky woods, the open downs,
The winding brooks, the rising towns.
Where'r you go I still attend,
Partake the fortunes of my friend:
On foot, in chariot, or in boat,
With you I walk, I ride, I float,
St. George's channel see you o'er,
Safe landed on Ierne's shore,
And lodg'd within her fairest city
Among the debonair and witty,
By you confest such winning fellows,
Forgive me if they make me jealous;
And truly I begin to burn,
Then hasten, friend, your wish'd return;
And, tho' my head be not so bright,
You'll always find my heart is right,
And none more zealous or more fervent
In friendship than Your humble Servant.