Of comrades in friendship, and mischief allied;
How welcome once more your ne'er fading remembrance,
Which rests in the bosom, though hope is deny'd.

3.

Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought;
The school where loud warn'd by the bell we resorted,
To pore o'er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.

4.

Again I behold where for hours I have ponder'd,
As reclining at eve on yon tombstone I lay;
Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd,
To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.

5.

I once more view the room with spectators surrounded,
Where as Zanga I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown;
While to swell my young pride such applauses resounded,
I fancied that MOSSOP[5] himself was outshone.

6.

Or as Lear I pour'd for the deep imprecation,
By my daughters of kingdom and reason depriv'd:
Till fir'd by loud plaudits, and self adulation,