Inscription to Miss Fern of Lichfield

If e’er, ELIZA, grief awakes thy sigh,
Pales that red lip, or dims that lucid eye,
O may this gay envelop then contain,
From hands belov’d, the lenitives of pain;
Yet seldom may thy fair and prosperous fate
Demand the pensive sympathetic trait,
But Friendship, tender, fervent, and sincere,
Breathe the glad strains of gratulation here!