Here is the poem to Benjamin Tallmadge from Nathan Hale expressing his deep rooted
love friendship for him written in 1774:
Although a first attempt prov’d vain,
I’m still resolv’d my end t’obtain.
My temper’s such that I rare give out,
In what I ‘tempt for one bad bout.
Were this the case, you’d never see
Lines form’d to feet and rhyme for me.
But being sadly mortifiy’d
At thoughts of laying it aside;
Revived a little by your letter,
With hopes of speeding better,
At length I venture forth once more,
But fearing soon to run ashore.
My thoughts had once convey’d you home,
In safety to your wonted dome;
But gladly went a second time,
Attended by your muse and rhyme.
That you are there, the single proof,
You bring, to me, is quite enough.
But here, I think you’re wrong, to blame,
your gen’rous muse and and call her lame.
For when I arrived no mark was found,
[inelligable for me], sprain or wound.”
Below is the last page of the poem is above (last photo).