First of women, best of friends
Take what a village rhymer sends,
A tear wet trifle sent to tell
The giver must bid thee farewell!
And shall I then when o’er the sea
Forget thee? No, it cannot be
When thinking of much loved Grace Hill,
Its drops of joy, its drafts of ill
I shed the fond regretting tear,
For those I did I do hold dear,
First shall mid those I parted with
Stand Friendship’s Ray Elizabeth
(Nora Pembroke)
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