DEAR Doctor, whose blandly invincible pen Has honored so often your great fellow-men With your genius and virtues, who doubts it is true That the world owes in turn, a warm tribute to you? Wheresoever rare merit has lifted its head From the cool country calm or the city's hotbed -- You were always the first to applaud it by name, And to smooth for its feet the harsh pathway to fame. Wheresoever beneath the broad rule of the sun, By some spirit elect, a grand deed has been done -- Its electrical spell like the lightning's would dart, Though the globe lay between, to thrill first in @3your@1 heart! Philanthropist! poet! romancer! combined -- Ay! shrewd scientist too -- who shall fathom your mind, Shall plumb that strange sea to the uttermost deep, With its vast under-tides, and its rhythmical sweep? You have toiled in life's noon, till the hot blasting light Blinds the eyes that would guage your soul stature aright; But when eve comes at last, 't will be clear to mankind, By the length of bright shadow your soul leaves behind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS FIVE SOULS by WILLIAM NORMAN EWER FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE PENISKEE by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON |