AWAKE, O Gratitude! nor let the tears
Of selfish Sorrow smother up thy voice,
When it should speak of a departed friend.
A tender friend, the first I ever lost!
For Destiny till now was merciful,
And though I oft have felt a transient pang,
For worth unknown, and wept awhile for those,
Whom long acquaintance only made me love,
No keen regret laid pining at my heart,
Nor Memory in the solitary hour,
Would sting my soul with grief, as when she speaks
Thy virtue knowledge, wisdom, gentleness,
Thy venerable age, and says that I
Had once the happiness to call thee friend.