Verses by John Frederick Bryant late tobacco-pipe maker at Bristol. Together with his life, written by himself |
 |
 |
|
On a Piece of Unwrought Pipe-clay.
|
 | Verses by John Frederick Bryant |  |
33
On a Piece of Unwrought Pipe-clay.
Rude mass of earth, from which with moiled hands(Compulsive taught) the brittle tubes I form,
Oft listless, while my vagrant fancy warm
Roves (heedless of necessity's demands)
Amid Parnassian bow'rs, or wishful eyes
The flight of Genius, while sublime she soars
Of moral truth in search, or earth explores,
Or sails with Science through the starry skies:—
Yet must I own (unsightly clod) thy claim
To my attention, for thou art my stead,
When grows importunate the voice of need,
And in the furnace thy last change I speed:
Ah! then how eager do I urge the flame,
How anxious watch thee mid that glowing fire,
That threats my eye-balls with extinction dire!
| Verses by John Frederick Bryant | |