1809.] 
For in this state of trial *tis his doom 
{To meet with disappointment, grief, and 
fear! 
To find himself involv’d in thickest gloom, 
Which thy bright beams can force to dis- 
appear. L 
Be thou the solace of the widow'd heart, 
Which finds on earth not one supporting 
stay 5 
Oh sooth the parent doom’d at last to part 
From his sole child in his declining day. 
Inspire the timid and support the just, 
And lend thy pinions to each heart op- 
press’d 5 
And as man sinks to mingle with the dust, 
Bring to his view the regions of the bless'd. 
ee 
LINES ADDRESSED TO DR. R—=, AUTHOR 
OF A TREATISE ON CONSUMPTION, ON 
HIS HAVING STOLEN A ROSE FROM 
THE WRITER. 
You stole, indeed, the treasured rose, 
Perhaps the last of autumn’s flowers 5 
But as sweet Hope her smile bestows, 
To chear the heart—so genial showers 
Will melt the winter’s frost away ; 
Again the charms of nature bring, 
While roses will adorn the spray, 
And bloom ’mid all the grace of spxing. 
Then shall a group of blooming fair 
Select the lov’liest from each tree, 
To form a wreath, with nicest care, 
A wreath of gratitude for THEE: 
For Thee, who, by thy skilful aid, 
Hast oft restor’d the rose’s bloom, 
And snatch’d the lovely drooping maid 
With all her graces from the tomb. 
Old Broad-street, M. H, 
Written in November, 1808. 
a 
IRREGULAR STANZAS, BY W. M. I. WRIT-~ 
TEN IN A COPY OF POETICAL WORKS 
OF DERMODY. | 
HADE of the Bard, whom heav’nly ge- 
nius fir’d, 
But Mis’ry and Misfortune mark’d their 
own! 
With tearful eye, I ponder o’er the page, 
Where Friendship, sorrowing, makes thy 
follies known. 
Wow borne on seraph-wing I view thee tower 
Sublime, ’mid sportive Fancy’s regions 
wild ; 
Now sunk beneath the frown of meagre want, 
Pen the sad lay of Melancholy’s child. 
Now Indiscretion’s slave, by passion sway’d, 
*Mid scenes of vice and folly grov’ling low, 
Behold thee forfeit gen’rous Moira’s efd, 
And breathe the sigh of Pity o’er thy woe, 
At length beneath a hovel’s time-rent walls 
Thou liest, the victim of diseases dire ; 
Whilst unchang’d Friendship, bending o’er 
thy couch, 
Sees Genius’ son in wretchedness expire. 
Original Poetry. : 587 
Too late it found thee with the lib’ral boon; 
‘Too late, alas! to ward the cruel blow 3 
Too late—but agoniz’d to view the scene, 
And mourn thine early fate with heartfelt 
woe. 
Unhappy Minstrel! who, with raptur’d fire? 
Tho’ Folly’s child, could form the polish’d 
strain, 
Thy darker shades shew man the vain desire 
An excellence unblemish’d to attain. 
Alas! I know, too oft the daring mind, 
The Bard inspir'd with Genius’ pow’rs dip 
vine, 
Can meanly seek the mad Circean rout, 
Or bow the knee at Atheism’s shrine: 
Too oft can sever Friendship’s sacred bonds, 
Or Love’s more dear, more tender, blissful 
ciel: ’ 
Can basely point wan Envy’s rankling dart, 
Or strike the lyre of vice-taught mine 
strelsy, 
But thee—when oft assail’d by want and care, 
If from stern virtue’s: path I mark thee 
stray, 
I view with pity Passion’s wayward slave ; 
Weep for thy faults, and venerate thy lay. 
Ee 
SONNET, sy W. M. T. 
THE CAPTIVE. 
peN FETTER’D slave, a negro chieftain, lay, 
Borne by th’ oppressor o’er the swelling 
Waves 
When Memory to his midnight vision gave 
The realms o’er which he proudly once bore 
“sway; / 
Again, in thought, the sufferer was gay, 
Again was happy, generous, and brave; 
Once more beheld the stream its green 
banks lave, 
Where, bless’d with freedom, he was wont 
to stray: 
Again he clasp’d his mistress to his breast, 
Whilst throng’d his children fondly round 
his knee; : 
But, ah! the bliss supreme was scarce pose 
sess’d, 
Ere doom’d, swift as the passing gale, to 
flee ; 
For soon the oppressor’s lash his slumbera 
broke, 
Loud clank’d his chains! in agony he woke. 
TN 
INSCRIPTION, SUPPOSED TO BE FIXED 
OPPOSITE TO A RETIRED SEAT NEAR 
RICHMOND, IN SURREY. 
STRANGER, whoe’er thou art, that, wane 
d’ring nigh, eA ones 
Shalt scan this tablet with mistrustful eye ; 
Disposed to question, if one mortal mind ~ 
Such graces with such virtues e’er combin'd ; 
Te 
