Ye lib'ral souls who rev'rence Friendship's name,
Who boast her blessings, and who feel her flame;
Oh! if from early youth one friend you've lov'd,
Whom warm affection chose, and taste approv'd;
If you have known what anguish rends the heart,
When such, so known, so lov'd, for ever part;
Approach! - For you the mourner rears this stone,
To soothe your sorrows, and record his own.
More verses by Hannah More
- The Foolish Traveller; Or, A Good Inn Is A Bad Home
- Ode To Dragon
- On General Lawrence
- The Bleeding Rock: Or, The Metamorphosis Of A Nymph Into Stone
- Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts