Addressed to a Brother
In return for the magical ring,
Which to me so kindly you proffer,
In numbers most grateful I’ll sing,
The best that my genius can offer.
Oh! may it a talisman prove
A spell to keep flatt’rs away;
Be a token of brotherly love,
Which I trust in, will never decay.
Should misfortune unthought of pursue
And health once again take its wing,
I will trust in good wishes for you
And the charms of the magical ring.
Eliza