Bright sun of Genius! Fare thee well! Too soon thy orb of glory set! Too soon thy country's heart must swell With bursting sighs of fond regret! The Muses' tears shall flow for thee, Fair child of immortality!
The wreath, Fame bound about thy brow, Had hardly reach'd its fullest bloom; But though thou canst not wear it now, Its buds shall blossom o'er thy tomb. Farewell! thou hast not left, on earth, One brilliant mind of kindred birth.
