HEYWOOD, to thee, friend I have not yet seen,
I dedicate these lastlings of my muse,
Because that then hast laboured to diffuse
Free knowledge, pure, refining, and serene.
Not unsuccessful have thy efforts been,
Among the striving spirits of thy town;
For then hast won a calm and fair renown,
And worldly triumphs, neither few nor mean.
A true exemplar of the toiling crowd,
Thou hast, by honest energy and skill,
Made circumstance subservient to thy will,
Using the chances Providence allowed.
Simple, is this my song, but let it he
My recognition of thy worth and thee.
J. C. PRINCE.