In the course of my ride from New Brunswick yesterday my Dear George the wish you expressed for something like a translation or imitation of the Lines I wrote in french and I dictated to Elizabeth while she wrote the very indifferent lines which follow—One verse is added and I beg you to alter or correct as you please—I know they are not good but they in a great degree convey the ideas expressed in the french—

We part alas! to meet no more

The Bark awaits to waft thee home

When landed on <that> thy native shore

Midst pleasures ever new to roam

Thou’lt think of us again

Encircled by thy happy friends

Who fondly list to hear the tale

Of Blessings which a Nation sends

And joys <that every> each grateful heart shall hail

Thou’lt think of us again—

The Warriors fame in battle won

First prov’d thy great and valued worth

Columbia claims thee for her Son

Tho’ Gallia proudly owns thy birth

Thou’lt think of us again

O may thy children long <to> succeed

To all the honours of thy name

And like their Sires by noblest deed

Add lustre to historic fame

And think of us again

When rock’d in ages dreamy sleep

Fancy shall dwell upon the past

Mem’ry shall still in visions keep

The love we bear thee, to the last

Thou’lt think of us again—

We are all well and propose to leave this for Baltimore the day after tomorrow—

I saw Mrs. de Wint who is extremely proud of her Son Present my love to all and believe me as ever / Your affectionate Mother