The heavens were in their glory — every star Beam'd in its golden influence — the sky Shone like a vault of gems — when, from afar, One richer in all radiance woo'd my eye; Deep in its bed of blue it glitter'd on, Like woman deck'd in beauty's royalty! Or, if in minds we seek comparison, Who should it call to thought, great Bard! but thee— Byron! first star of that bright galaxy, That sheds its light o'er every realm and clime, And thro' the eternal void spreads gloriously The lustre kindled in its nook of time! For thou a world didst make of gardens bright, Where flowers of every hue breathe lovely on the sight. Blue-Anchor Road.
