MASTER so early of the various LYRE Energic, pure, sublime! — Thus art thou gone? In its bright dawn of Fame that Spirit flown Which breath'd such sweetness, tenderness and fire! Wert thou but shewn to win us to admire And veil in Death thy Splendor? — But unknown Their Destination who least time have shone And brightest beam'd. — When these the ETERNAL SIRE,
II. —Righteous and wise and good are all his ways — Eclipses, as their Sun begins to rise; Can mortal judge, for their diminisht days What blest Equivalent in changeless skies, What sacred glory waits them? — His the praise; Gracious, whate'er he gives, whate'er denies. 24 Oct. 1806.
