To Mr. McMurdo, with a Pound of Lundiefoot Snuff

O Could I give thee India's wealth
As I this trifle send!
Because thy joy in both would be —
To share them with thy Friend. —

But Golden Sands, Alas, ne'er grace
The Heliconian stream:
Then take, what Gold shall never buy —
An honest Bard's esteem. —
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