AH! river named of France, let reason judge,
My silver-mounted implement to thee,
If I am greatly blameable to grudge,
Seized, swallow’d, as by ocean, plunderer free;
My only pencil left,— unhappy me!
Far off, like misadventure chanced before,
And then I lost a gift of love; but see
What thou hast done by robbing me once more.
Unfurnish’d — but my trifling now is o’er —
I think of her whose hand the token gave,
When last I left my native Albion’s shore,
In happiest hope since yielded to the grave.
Full many a hundred lines her gift has traced;
Not all, I dare to hope, are wholly waste.
(George Jehoshaphat Mountain)
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