Author James McIntyre My dear friend Gunn, May you prize won, But to us hark When you shoot mark, High you must aim And at right game, And truth employ Wrong to destroy. Your friend the Bard Hopes your reward Will be furriore For Courier. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments