To Miss Logan, With Beatties Poems, For（1 / 1）

1787

to miss logan, with beattie's poems, for a new-year's gift, jan. 1, 1787.

again the silent wheels of time

their annual round have driven,

and you, tho' scarce in maiden prime,

are so much nearer heaven.

no gifts have i from indian coasts

the infant year to hail;

i send you more than india boasts,

in edwin's simple tale.

our sex with guile, and faithless love,

is charg'd, perhaps too true;

but may, dear maid, each lover prove

an edwin still to you.