Thus, with myself in mental confab,
And having own'd my pen a sad blab, —
Vex'd e'en that Caution should distrust
Those friends I love, those friends so just,
Those steadfast hearts I dare confide in,
And hope for ever to reside in,
I drove cold Prudence from my ear,
Her whisper'd doubts refus'd to hear,
Promis'd to list some other day,
My letter seal'd, and sent away.