From thee one souvenir I crave,
Your picture my album to grace,
And I should give mine in return,
But this sonnet must take its place.
I must only in memory live,
A picture my beauty would mar;
And should time mv features efface,
Think of me wherever you are.
Think of me, and never forget
The pleasure our friendship oft gave;
For few can sail o’er life’s rough sea
Without some rude billows to brave.
Then forget me not, but cherish
The thought that I wish still for thee
Long life, and health, and wealth, to keep
Thy soul from worldly sorrows free.
Thou hast entered the gate of knowledge
And roamed amid beauties there;
Which to thy mind more precious are
Than jewels surpassingly fair.
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