 | [Poems by Smith in] The Echo |  |
SONNET II.
Sent to Mrs. --- ---, with a Song.
Blest is the Poet if his songs can raise
Some kindred genius that will catch the fire,
With answering notes awake the trembling lyre,
And give to far posterity his praise.
Some kindred genius that will catch the fire,
With answering notes awake the trembling lyre,
And give to far posterity his praise.
Yet double pleasure fills his aged days,
If chance, responsive to his fond desire,
While from the lips of youth the notes aspire,
In the warm breast the flame of virtue blaze.
If chance, responsive to his fond desire,
While from the lips of youth the notes aspire,
In the warm breast the flame of virtue blaze.
And still a greater pleasure, should he spy
That while from Virtue's breast the music flows,
Caught by the song, the voice, the speaking eye,
In every heart the illustrious purpose glows.
Even he, the Poet, nobler worth should warm
By virtue, greatly rous'd, in ---'s form.
That while from Virtue's breast the music flows,
Caught by the song, the voice, the speaking eye,
In every heart the illustrious purpose glows.
Even he, the Poet, nobler worth should warm
By virtue, greatly rous'd, in ---'s form.
ELLA.
| [Poems by Smith in] The Echo | |