Epistle to a Friend,

"Oh! banish care"--such ever be The motto of _thy_ revelry! Perchance of _mine,_ when wassail nights Renew those riotous delights, Wherewith the children of Despair Lull the lone heart, and "banish care." But not in Morn's reflecting hour, When present, past, and future lower, When all I loved is changed or gone, Mock with such taunts the woes of one, Whose every thought--but let them pass-- Thou know'st I am not what I was.…