To John Hamilton Reynolds + 

O that a week could be an age, and we + 

Felt parting and warm meeting every week; + 

Then one poor year a thousand years would be, + 

The flush of welcome ever on the cheek: + 

So could we live long life in little space, + 

So time itself would be annihilate. + 

So a day’s journey in oblivious haze + 

To serve our joys would lengthen and dilate. + 

O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind! + 

To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant! + 

In little time a host of joys to bind, + 

And keep our souls in one eternal pant! + 

This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught + 

Me how to harbor such a happy thought. + 