Or in the Field, the bravest of the brave, Thy hopes, I know, have a far loftier aim And ah! how few the victories thou hast won! Long due to him, who still survives in thee. Oh! could even now his generous Spirit feel One conflict more †, and soon shall all be free, *Repeal of the Test and Corporation Acts. + Emancipation of the Catholics. EPITAPH ON MR. HENDERSON *. BORN to delight at once and mend the age, No more, oh HENDERSON! thy magic art Yet, were this all, this loss thy friends might bear, * Buried in Westminster Abbey, 3rd December, 1785. But can they hope again, in one, to find Alas! thy fame shall still renew their grief: THE ROSE. POET. SAY, lovely Rose, so fragrant and so fair! ROSE. Once was I a poor weed, a worthless briar; For, as she fled whose love he long had sought, Her fluttering garments in my branches caught, And she was won to listen to his vows: When lo! these blooms, these odours deck'd my boughs! |