WHILE soon the 'garden's flaunting flowers' decay, And, scattered on the earth, neglected lie, The mountain daisy, cherished by the ray A poet drew from heaven, shall never die. Ah! like that lovely flower the poet rose, 'Mid penury's bare soil and bitter gale! He felt each storm that on the mountain blows, Nor ever knew the shelter of the vale. By Genius in her native vigour nursed, On Nature with impassioned look he gazed, Then through the cloud of adverse fortune burst Indignant, and in light unborrowed blazed. Scotia! from rude affliction shield thy bard; His heaven-taught numbers Fate herself will guard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 38. THE MORROW'S MESSAGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON OUT OF THE VAST by AUGUSTUS WRIGHT BAMBERGER COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE |