Go, little book, and find our Friend, <br />Who Nature and the Muses loves, <br />Who cares the public virtues blend <br />With all the softness of the groves. <br /> <br />A fitter time thou canst not choose, <br />His fostering friendship to repay; <br />Go then, and try, my rural muse, <br />To steal his widowed hours away.<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-written-by-thomson-on-the-blank-leaf-of-a-copy-of-his-seasons-sent-by-him-to-mr-lyttleton-soon-after-the-death-of-his-wife/
