To Alex. Cunningham, Esq., Writer, Edinburgh
MY godlike friend—nay, do not stare,
You think the phrase is odd-like;
But "God is love," the saints declare,
Then surely thou art god-like.
And is thy ardour still the same?
And kindled still at ANNA?
Others may boast a partial flame,
But thou art a volcano!
Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friend