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XVIII. To Mr. BENT.

Bent, with whom hand in hand, I trod the way
Which to Minerva's pillar'd temple led,
When boyish fancy ruled, wild, airy, gay,
E'er taste, or judgment, on my mind had shed
Their liberal gifts, e'er love itself was known.
With whom by Isis' stream, her shores along,
I roved, attentive to the muses' song,
With riper soul. Whom, when to manhood grown,
The links of union to my bosom chain'd,
Tho now intruding sickness hath restrain'd
Our pleasing intercourse; this page receive.
We walk'd with science thro' her fragrant bowers;
Now mid this garland of poetic flowers,
The branch of lasting friendship let me weave.