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With those who, scatter'd far, perchance deplore,
When fate shall chill, at length, this fever'd breast,
September 2nd, 1807.
LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A
START not-nor deem my spirit fled :
In me behold the only skull
Whatever flows is never dull.
I died : let earth my bones resign:
The worm bath fouler lips than thine.
Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood;
The drink of gods, than reptile's food.
In aid of others' let me shine ;
What nobler substitute than wine ?
Quaff while thou canst : another race,
When thou and thine, like me, are sped, May rescue thee from earth's embrace,
And rhyme and revel with the dead. Why not-since through life's little day
Our heads such sad effects produce ? Redeem'd from worms and wasting clay, This chance is theirs, to be of use.
Newstead Abbey, 1808.
ON REVISITING HARROW.* HERE once engaged the stranger's view,
Young Friendship’s record simply traced ; Few were her words, but yet, though few,
Resentment's hand the line defaced.
The characters were still so plain,
Till Memory hail'd the words again.
Forgiveness join'd her gentle name ;
That Friendship thought it still the same.
But, ah ! in spite of Hope's endeavour,
And blotted out the line for ever.t
* These lines were suggested by finding the names of himself and a friend, which had been cut as a memorial, erased by that friend on account of some offence taken.
+ “ The recording angel dropp'd a tear upon the word as he wrote it, and blotted it out for ever."-Sterne's Story of Lefevre.