to alex. cunningham, esq., writer

ellind, nithsdale, july 27th, 1788.

my godlike friend—nay, do not stare,

you think the phrase is odd-like;

but god is love, the saints dere,

then surely thou art god-like.

and is thy ardour still the same?

and kindled still at anna?

others may boast a partial me,

but thou art a volcano!

ev'n wedlock asks not love beyond

death's tie-dissolving portal;