To the Duke of Dorset
- 1Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd,
- 2Exploring every path of Ida's glade;
- 3Whom, still, affection taught me to defend,
- 4And made me less a tyrant than a friend,
- 5Though the harsh custom of our youthful band
- 6Bade thee obey, and gave me to command;
- 7Thee, on whose head a few short years will shower
- 8The gift of riches, and the pride of power;
- 9E'en now a name illustrious is thine own,
- 10Renown'd in rank, not far beneath the throne.
- 11Yet, Dorset, let not this seduce thy soul
- 12To shun fair science, or evade controul;
- 13Though passive tutors, fearful to dispraise
- 14The titled child, whose future breath may raise,
- 15View ducal errors with indulgent eyes,
- 16And wink at faults they tremble to chastise.
- 17When youthful parasites, who bend the knee
- 18To wealth, their golden idol, not to thee,--
- 19And even in simple boyhood's opening dawn
- 20Some slaves are found to flatter and to fawn,--
- 21When these declare, "that pomp alone should wait
- 22On one by birth predestin'd to be great;
- 23That books were only meant for drudging fools,
- 24That gallant spirits scorn the common rules;"
- 25Believe them not,--they point the path to shame,
- 26And seek to blast the honours of thy name:
- 27Turn to the few in Ida's early throng,
- 28Whose souls disdain not to condemn the wrong;
- 29Or if, amidst the comrades of thy youth,
- 30None dare to raise the sterner voice of truth,
- 31Ask thine own heart--'twill bid thee, boy, forbear!
- 32For well I know that virtue lingers there.
- 33Yes! I have mark'd thee many a passing day,
- 34But now new scenes invite me far away;
- 35Yes! I have mark'd within that generous mind
- 36A soul, if well matur'd, to bless mankind;
- 37Ah! though myself, by nature haughty, wild,
- 38Whom Indiscretion hail'd her favourite child;
- 39Though every error stamps me for her own,
- 40And dooms my fall, I fain would fall alone;
- 41Though my proud heart no precept, now, can tame,
- 42I love the virtues which I cannot claim.
- 43'Tis not enough, with other sons of power,
- 44To gleam the lambent meteor of an hour;
- 45To swell some peerage page in feeble pride,
- 46With long-drawn names that grace no page beside;
- 47Then share with titled crowds the common lot--
- 48In life just gaz'd at, in the grave forgot;
- 49While nought divides thee from the vulgar dead,
- 50Except the dull cold stone that hides thy head,
- 51The mouldering 'scutcheon, or the Herald's roll,
- 52That well-emblazon'd but neglected scroll,
- 53Where Lords, unhonour'd, in the tomb may find
- 54One spot, to leave a worthless name behind.
- 55There sleep, unnotic'd as the gloomy vaults
- 56That veil their dust, their follies, and their faults,
- 57A race, with old armorial lists o'erspread,
- 58In records destin'd never to be read.
- 59Fain would I view thee, with prophetic eyes,
- 60Exalted more among the good and wise;
- 61A glorious and a long career pursue,
- 62As first in Rank, the first in Talent too:
- 63Spurn every vice, each little meanness shun;
- 64Not Fortune's minion, but her noblest son.
- 65Turn to the annals of a former day;
- 66Bright are the deeds thine earlier Sires display;
- 67One, though a courtier, lived a man of worth,
- 68And call'd, proud boast! the British drama forth.
- 69Another view! not less renown'd for Wit;
- 70Alike for courts, and camps, or senates fit;
- 71Bold in the field, and favour'd by the Nine;
- 72In every splendid part ordain'd to shine;
- 73Far, far distinguished from the glittering throng,
- 74The pride of Princes, and the boast of Song.
- 75Such were thy Fathers; thus preserve their name,
- 76Not heir to titles only, but to Fame.
- 77The hour draws nigh, a few brief days will close,
- 78To me, this little scene of joys and woes;
- 79Each knell of Time now warns me to resign
- 80Shades where Hope, Peace, and Friendship all were mine:
- 81Hope, that could vary like the rainbow's hue,
- 82And gild their pinions, as the moments flew;
- 83Peace, that reflection never frown'd away,
- 84By dreams of ill to cloud some future day;
- 85Friendship, whose truth let Childhood only tell;
- 86Alas! they love not long, who love so well.
- 87To these adieu! nor let me linger o'er
- 88Scenes hail'd, as exiles hail their native shore,
- 89Receding slowly, through the dark-blue deep,
- 90Beheld by eyes that mourn, yet cannot weep.
- 91Dorset, farewell! I will not ask one part
- 92Of sad remembrance in so young a heart;
- 93The coming morrow from thy youthful mind
- 94Will sweep my name, nor leave a trace behind.
- 95And, yet, perhaps, in some maturer year,
- 96Since chance has thrown us in the self-same sphere,
- 97Since the same senate, nay, the same debate,
- 98May one day claim our suffrage for the state,
- 99We hence may meet, and pass each other by
- 100With faint regard, or cold and distant eye.
- 101For me, in future, neither friend nor foe,
- 102A stranger to thyself, thy weal or woe--
- 103With thee no more again I hope to trace
- 104The recollection of our early race;
- 105No more, as once, in social hours rejoice,
- 106Or hear, unless in crowds, thy well-known voice;
- 107Still, if the wishes of a heart untaught
- 108To veil those feelings, which, perchance, it ought,
- 109If these,--but let me cease the lengthen'd strain,--
- 110Oh! if these wishes are not breath'd in vain,
- 111The Guardian Seraph who directs thy fate
- 112Will leave thee glorious, as he found thee great.