Lord Byron

Phemius, "To the Right Honourable Lord Byron" Morning Post (27 March 1824).

Full oft the vulgar see more clear
Than those within an higher sphere.

Erewhile a certain famous Poet
With far more wit than grace to show it,
Approached, in mental vision nigh
The Paradise above the sky:
There heard, or seemed to hear, a KING
The Hundredth Psalm in solo sing—
The grateful voice of one received
To Bliss: — from earth, who late reliev'd,
And mingling with the sacred throng,
Then sung that joy-inspired song.

This Bard, (who many Bards excels),
As, of himself, this story tells;
The truth whereof may some dispute;
Because, with him, such views not suit;
Because, his spleenful mind despises
That good, which ev'ry wise man prizes;
And, therefore, such improper deem
For him, this unbefitting theme.

But, for a moment, grant it true,
Of Paradise he caught a view;
Should such a scene to him return,
Let him take heed, and wisdom learn:
Let him no more apply his skill
To please his wayward fancy's will:
Let him no more his wit employ,
To blight the hope of future joy;
But there seek entrance to obtain,
While yet that search may not prove vain.
Let him this friendly hint attend,
His sentiments and verses mend:
So shall he gain deserv'd applause,
And the keen eye discern no flaws.