Presented to the Author by a Lady.

Thou flatt'ring mark of friendship kind,

Still may thy pages call to mind

The dear, the beauteous donor;

Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part,

Yet such a head, and more the heart

Does both the sexes honour:

She show'd her taste refin'd and just,

When she selected thee;

Yet deviating, own I must,

For sae approving me:

But kind still I'll mind still

The giver in the gift;

I'll bless her, an' wiss her

A Friend aboon the lift.