The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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 | The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop |  |
74
TO THE SAME,
ON ANOTHER ANNIVERSARY OF THE SAME DAY. WITH A GOLD THIMBLE.
A Thimble!—“Whence,” plain sense might say,
“Came such a thought, on such a day?
“What! after every ampler test,
“Of Worth so tried, and so confest,
“T' address, by way of off'ring too,
“An hint of Industry to You!
“Could Love suggest a Gift like this?
“Or Truth approve it?”—Molly, Yes!
“Came such a thought, on such a day?
“What! after every ampler test,
“Of Worth so tried, and so confest,
“T' address, by way of off'ring too,
“An hint of Industry to You!
“Could Love suggest a Gift like this?
“Or Truth approve it?”—Molly, Yes!
All hints, you know, are but design'd
To bring realities to mind:
If Thimbles, therefore, types so clear
Of common Industry appear,
A Golden one, of course, may be
A type of Golden Industry;
Of such superior stamp, as still
Yours ever bore,—and ever will.
This Youth has prov'd; this Age will prove!
And so says Truth;—and so says Love!
To bring realities to mind:
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Of common Industry appear,
A Golden one, of course, may be
A type of Golden Industry;
Of such superior stamp, as still
Yours ever bore,—and ever will.
This Youth has prov'd; this Age will prove!
And so says Truth;—and so says Love!
Th' illustrious Warrior, heretofore,
(His laurels won, his labours o'er,)
Beside some trophied shrine, display'd
The Sword, by victory, sacred made;
That future Chiefs might see, and draw
More emulous zeal, from what they saw!
—If useful toils claim Honour's Prize,
Your Thimble, Mary, to the wise,
Will evidence of desert afford,
As just, as any Warrior's Sword:—
And when, (far distant be that hour!)
Your hand and mind resign their pow'r,
May pass, as sacred, to your heirs;
Proof of your excellence!—pledge of theirs!
(His laurels won, his labours o'er,)
Beside some trophied shrine, display'd
The Sword, by victory, sacred made;
That future Chiefs might see, and draw
More emulous zeal, from what they saw!
—If useful toils claim Honour's Prize,
Your Thimble, Mary, to the wise,
Will evidence of desert afford,
As just, as any Warrior's Sword:—
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Your hand and mind resign their pow'r,
May pass, as sacred, to your heirs;
Proof of your excellence!—pledge of theirs!
For who can separate, ev'n in thought,
Your Thimble now, from what you've wrought?
What work of yours was ever known,
In which no singular fancy shone?
Could any applause, to fancy due,
Be more spontaneous? or more true?
Could truth give any virtuous merit,
More lustre, than your skill and spirit?
Does any example meet our sight,
With more impressive energy bright?
Your Thimble now, from what you've wrought?
What work of yours was ever known,
In which no singular fancy shone?
Could any applause, to fancy due,
Be more spontaneous? or more true?
Could truth give any virtuous merit,
More lustre, than your skill and spirit?
Does any example meet our sight,
With more impressive energy bright?
And when th' effect of all your taste,
Shall only be in Reliques plac'd;
When votive verse no more shall earn,
The kiss, that blest this morn's return;
Nor my warm heart, with rapture share
The joy of boasting, what you are;—
Ev'n then your Thimble will remain,
Dear to ingenuous Sympathy's train;
And Justice own how You surpast,
As long as Gold, and Memory last.
Shall only be in Reliques plac'd;
When votive verse no more shall earn,
The kiss, that blest this morn's return;
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The joy of boasting, what you are;—
Ev'n then your Thimble will remain,
Dear to ingenuous Sympathy's train;
And Justice own how You surpast,
As long as Gold, and Memory last.
| The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop | |