Henry Mackenzie

E. C., "Verses to the Author of the Man of Feeling, found on a blank Leaf of that Copy of the Book which belonged to the late Mr. Granger" 1771 ca.; Scots Magazine 47 (September 1785) 456.

Whilst other writers, with pernicious art,
Corrupt the morals, and seduce the heart,
Raise lawless passions, loose desires infuse,
And boast their knowledge gathered from the stews—
Be thine the task such wishes to controul,
To touch the gentler movements of the soul;
To bid the breast with gen'rous ardours glow,
To teach the tear of sympathy to flow:
We hope, we fear, we swell with virtuous rage,
As various passions animate thy page.
What sentiments the soul of HARLEY move!
The softest pity, and the purest love!
Congenial virtues dwell in WALTON'S mind,
Form'd her mild graces, and her taste refin'd:
Their flame was such as Heaven itself inspires,
As high, as secret, as the Vestal fires.
But ah! too late reveal'd — With parting breath,
He owns its mighty force, and smiles in death—
His soul spontaneous seeks her kindred sky,
Where Charity and Love can never die.—