To
W.
P.
Esq.
Avondale
.
WE
wish
for
thee
,
dear
friend
!
for
summer
eve
Upon
thy
loveliest
landscape
never
cast
Looks
of
more
lingering
sweetness
than
the
last
.
The
slanting
sun
,
reluctant
to
bereave
Thy
woods
of
beauty
,
fondly
seemed
to
leave
Smiles
of
the
softest
light
,
that
slowly
past
In
bright
succession
o'er
each
charm
thou
hast
Thyself
so
oft
admired
.
And
we
might
grieve
Thine
eye
of
taste
should
ever
wander
hence
O'er
scenes
less
lovely
than
thine
own
;
but
here
Thou
wilt
return
,
and
feel
thy
home
more
dear
;
More
dear
the
Muses'
gentler
influence
,
When
on
the
busy
world
,
with
wisdom's
smile
,
And
heart
uninjured
,
thou
hast
gazed
awhile
.