Thine Be The Volumes, Jessy Fair, And With Them Take The Poet'S Prayer; That Fate May In Her Fairest Page, With Every Kindliest, Best Presage Of Future Bliss, Enrol Thy Name: With Native Worth And Spotless Fame, And Wakeful Caution Still Aware Of Ill, But Chief, Man'S Felon Snare; All Blameless Joys On Earth We Find, And All The Treasures Of The Mind, These Be Thy Guardian And Reward; So Prays Thy Faithful Friend, The Bard. June 26, 1796.