Lines on Fergusson, the Poet
Ill-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,To think Life’s sun did set e’er well begunTo shed its influence on thy bright career.
O why should truest Worth and Genius pineBeneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,While titled knaves and idiot—Greatness shineIn all the splendour Fortune can bestow?