To Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries

Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair,

And with them take the Poet's prayer,

That Fate may in her fairest page,

With every kindliest, best presage

Of future bliss, enrol thy name;

With native worth, and spotless fame,

And wakeful caution still aware

Of ill—but chief, man's felon snare:

All blameless joys on earth we find,

And all the treasures of the mind—

These be thy guardian and reward;

So prays thy faithful friend, the Bard.