IX. 5. Finally, Byron warm'd me with his fire, And in a magic spell my feelings held, Till the strong impulse could no more be quell'd, And artlessly and low I woke my lyre, Where few could hear its breathings; or the mire Of deep obscurity its efforts hid, Or cool indifference every hope forbid, Further to mount to where it would aspire. Since then, some humble channels opening round, Invite a simple bard like me to send His bubbles on the sea, to float or drown, As critics may destroy them, or befriend; And should these meet the last, then have I found The effort well rewarded by the end. X. 6. Yet, some may deem my numbers sounding shells, That merely echo back another's thought, Into a different tone of language wrought As memory moveth, or as passion swells; The love of song within me-ever fraught So as to lead my youthful mind astray, Nor for my daily toil unfit my arm, But so has drawn me from the evil way, That even those around me could but say "How it expands his heart, and keeps it warm!" XI. 1. Dream not, poor poet, that th' ephemeral breath Shall save thee from the struggler's sure distress, Just as thou deem'st the laurels of success Should have adorned them;-disappointment's stress Will, in the end, thy spirit crush beneath. The social mind is of material class, And flowers of song-the beautiful, the pure Intent alone to keep their footsteps sure. XII. 2. If 'twere not for the dignity inborn, That grows and strengthens in his high pursuit, Is checked and frozen, wheresoe'er it turns ; Still ever and anon, bursting controul— Urg'd by "th' thought that breathes, th' word that burns," It reaches, in impetuous flow, the goal For which its elevated essence yearns. B XIII. MY FRIEND'S LIBRARY. Oh! what a precious casket hast thou there Mind-lightnings from brave, bold men, who dare Rend off the veil by Ignorance darkly wrought O'er Reason's vision-thunders that have brought On tyrants' cheeks the pallor of despair. When from the daily world, whose grovellings damp To grieve how gold pollutes, how fetters cramp Here thou reviv'st thy hopes, while gleams thy lamp |