Thomas Campbell

Gallovidiensis, "Lines addressed to Thomas Campbell on reading his beautiful Poem, The Pleasures of Hope" Edinburgh Magazine or Literary Miscellany NS 13 (May 1799) 384-85.

O! thou blest votary of sacred song,
Who strew'st fresh flowers Life's rugged paths along!
Who bidst fair Hope, in seraph form array'd,
Rise smiling from Misfortune's deepest shade,
And beam eternal pleasures on the soul,
As nightly gleams that flash around the pole.

Yes, heavenly Bard! thou bidst the rainbow's glow
Illume each darkening cloud of present woe,
Pour'st sweet Oblivion's balm in Sorrow's heart,
And mak'st each thought of bliss a bliss impart:
Thy pencil, dipt in Fancy's magic stream,
Throws even on Nature's cheek a brighter beam;
Charms Youth with fonder pleasures yet to come,
And makes old Age droop smiling to the tomb.

Blest Bard! while thou up Fame's adventurous height,
On Fancy's pinions soar'st with eagle flight,
Spurn'st every path each vulgar mind can scan,
Nor heed'st the sordid cares of little man;
Be mine, amid my native mountains lone,
Alike to Fame, and to the world unknown,
Obscure, with Love and Innocence, to dwell,
And woo thy goddess in her sylvan cell;
For in the garb thy glowing fancy wove
Through every walk of Life she loves to rove.

While thou, eternal Hope, shall never fade,
When Triumphs ruin, and when Time is dead;
Immortal as thyself thy Bard shall be,
For Campbell's name can only die with thee.
Banks of Ken,
April 26th 1799.