1848 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Samuel Rogers

Bernard Barton to Samuel Rogers, 3 February 1848; Clayden, Rogers and his Contemporaries (1889) 2:322.



My hand hath lost its cunning,
My eyes are growing dim,
So my Muse's fount stops running,
With this tiny Birthday hymn.

Woodbridge: 3rd Feb., 1848.

My Dear Friend,

Thy praise nearly forty years ago reconciled me to my first poetical efforts. Do I hope too much in desiring to obtain it for what my prove my last? I expect I shall provoke a smile from thee in talking of old age at sixty-four; but forty years of clerkship and hardship together have well-nigh used me up and worn me out.

Believe me ever respectfully thine,

B. Barton.