TO HIS MOTHER WITH A COPY OF ‘THE FARMER’S BOY’
‘To peace and virtue still be true;’
An anxious Mother ever cries,
Who needs no present to renew
Parental love—which never dies.
Yet, when to know, and see and hear5
All that the great and good have done,
This present will be doubly dear
. . . . . ‘Your favour’d poet is—my son.’