Thomas Campbell

J. R., "To the Author of the Pleasures of Hope, on his leaving Scotland" Edinburgh Magazine or Literary Miscellany NS 15 (June 1800) 457-58.

While far from home, tho' dark'ning clouds may low'r,
And with their transient gloom the sky o'ercast;
And though thy laurel crown the demon pow'r
Of Envy strive with pois'nous breath to blast;

Yet fear not thou, whom fate ordains to march
Firm in the rugged path of well-earn'd fame;
The boy shall sooner seize heav'n's glitt'ring arch,
Than malice stain the honour of thy name.

For tho' the poet's soul-inspiring fire
Had never glow'd within thy friendly heart,
Tho' thou had'st never struck thy kindling lyre,
Nor in parnassian labours borne thy part;

Still would thy mind, to generous feeling true,
To pity's sigh, and freedom's joys sublime,
Have led to deeds, which, in the world's review,
Would consecrate thy name to endless time.

Farewell, my friend — dread not fate's passing ill;
For, as the riv'let wand'ring o'er it's bed,
Clear as the day, and as the ev'ning still,
Smoothes by long toil the pebble's rugged head;

So shall Integrity's all-powerful sway
Wear the keen edge of sorrow from thy mind;
Calmly thy tide of life shall roll away,
Nor leave one melancholy trace behind.
Edinburgh, 12 June 1800.