William Thomas Fitzgerald

John Taylor Esq., "To the Memory of the late William Thomas Fitzgerald" Gentleman's Magazine 100 (May 1830) 542.

FITZGERALD then is gone, whose gen'rous zeal
For suff'ring talents could so warmly feel;
Whose Muse, as sure as this returning day,
Was prompt to hail it with his votive lay.
Oft have we heard him plead his noble cause,
While the walls echo'd with your warm applause,
Oft his manly voice that cause impress'd,
With fervid energy, on ev'ry breast,
Impell'd the stream of Charity to flow,
And rais'd in all a sympathetic glow;
Till health declining reft him of the pow'r;
Yet still he shar'd with us the festive hour.
Nor was his Muse to private woes confin'd,
A loyal ardour urg'd his patriot mind;
Whate'er could tend to spread his Country's fame
Seem'd on his Muse to hold a rightful claim,
Whate'er his Country's triumphs, proud to own
Zeal for the state, and honour to the throne.
When NELSON, glorious on Nile's ancient shore,
On gallic foes bade British vengeance pour;
And next on Trafalgar's victorious day,
Swift was his Muse her patriot meed to pay;
Resum'd her strain for the departed brave,
And strew'd Parnassian laurel's o'er his grave;
Again, when Waterloo's immortal plain
Freed suff'ring nations from a Tyrant's chain,
FITZGERALD felt his patriot ardour rise
In grateful homage to the righteous skies.
But the chief purpose that his Muse employ'd,
And which the Muse with most delight enjoy'd,
Was Genius to befriend, and Sorrow aid,
Hence she her annual tribute duly paid.
Then shall we let, with him, his mem'ry die,
Nor give his merits a lamenting sigh?
No — let these walls resound FITZGERALD'S name,
Coeval with our noble Fund in fame,
And may that Fund in pow'r and honour stand
To patronize Distress, and grace the Land!