1794 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Samuel Whyte

Thomas Moore, 1794; Samuel Whyte, Poems (1795) 272.



Hail! heaven-born votary of the laurel'd Nine,
That in the groves of science strike their lyres!
Thy strains, which breath an harmony divine,
Sage Reason guides, and wild-ey'd Fancy fires.

If e'er from Genius' torch one little spark
Glow'd in my soul, thy breath increas'd the flame;
Thy smiles beam'd sunshine on my wandering bark,
That dar'd to try Castalia's dangerous stream.

Oh! then for thee may many a joy-wing'd year
With not a stain, but still new charms, appear;
'Till when at length thy mortal course is run,
Thou sett'st, in cloudless glory, like a sinking sun.