 | A collection of poems |  |
To --- ---.
Long has New-England groan'd beneath the load,
Of too too just reproaches from abroad,
Unlearn'd in arts, and barren in their skill,
How to employ the tender muses quill:
At length our ***** aloft transfers his name,
And binds it on the radiant wings of fame;
All we could wish the youth, he now appears,
A finish'd poet in his blooming years.
Of too too just reproaches from abroad,
Unlearn'd in arts, and barren in their skill,
How to employ the tender muses quill:
At length our ***** aloft transfers his name,
And binds it on the radiant wings of fame;
All we could wish the youth, he now appears,
A finish'd poet in his blooming years.
With anxious care, we see the stripling climb
Those heights we deem'd for mortals too sublime,
And dread a dang'rous fall ---
Yet fondly gaze, 'till he, above our fears,
Has lost th' attracting world, and shines among the stars.
Those heights we deem'd for mortals too sublime,
And dread a dang'rous fall ---
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Has lost th' attracting world, and shines among the stars.
Thence, may the Influence of thy heavenly rays,
(Our present joy, and hope of future days!)
Inspire our imitation, as it does our praise.
Rise yet, great genius, further onward go,
But let our tender youth, whose bosoms glow
With bright ideas, be thy charge below;
Thy kindly aspect, fan their growing fire,
Till they, like thee, on wings of fame aspire,
And loudly, in harmonious lines proclaim
New-England's sons, e'erwhile of barb'rous name,
A match for Albion, or the Græcian fame.
(Our present joy, and hope of future days!)
Inspire our imitation, as it does our praise.
Rise yet, great genius, further onward go,
But let our tender youth, whose bosoms glow
With bright ideas, be thy charge below;
Thy kindly aspect, fan their growing fire,
Till they, like thee, on wings of fame aspire,
And loudly, in harmonious lines proclaim
New-England's sons, e'erwhile of barb'rous name,
A match for Albion, or the Græcian fame.
| A collection of poems | |