To the Rev. WILLIAM CAWTHORNE UNWIN. William Cowper Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T14895 K027775.000 Cowper, William, 1731-1800. Poems: by William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. London printed for J. Johnson 1782 pp. 366-367. [4],367,[1]p. ; 8⁰.

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To the Rev. WILLIAM CAWTHORNE UNWIN . William Cawthorne Unwin (1744–86), son of the Revd. Morley Unwin, a retired schoolmaster, and his wife Mary, became curate of Comberton, Cambridgeshire, in 1769, and rector of Stock, in Essex, in 1778. (Baird/Ryskamp [1980-95], vol. 1, xv.) 1. UNWIN , I should but ill repay , The kindness of a friend , Whose worth deserves as warm a lay As ever friendship penn'd , Thy name omitted in a page , That would reclaim a vicious age . 2. An union form'd , as mine with thee , Not rashly or in sport , May be as fervent in degree , And faithful in its sort , And may as rich in comfort prove , As that of true fraternal love . 3. The bud inserted in the rind , The bud of peach or rose , Adorns , though diff'ring in its kind , The stock whereon it grows With flow'r as sweet or fruit as fair , As if produc'd by nature there . 4. Not rich , I render what I may , I seize thy name in haste , And place it in this first assay , Lest this should prove the last . 'Tis where it should be , in a plan That holds in view the good of man . 5. The poet's lyre , to fix his fame , Should be the poet's heart , Affection lights a brighter flame Than ever blaz'd by art . No muses on these lines attend , I sink the poet in the friend .