To Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Esq.

1. 1It was some Spirit, SHERIDAN! that breath'd
2. 2O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power!
3. 3My soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour,
4. 4Thy temples with Hymettian[88:1] flow'rets wreath'd:

1. 5And sweet thy voice, as when o'er LAURA'S bier
2. 6Sad Music trembled thro' Vauclusa's glade;
3. 7Sweet, as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade
4. 8That wafts soft dreams to SLUMBER'S listening ear.

1. 9Now patriot Rage and Indignation high
2. 10Swell the full tones! And now thine eye-beams dance
3. 11Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry!
4. 12Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance

1. 13The Apostate by the brainless rout ador'd,
2. 14As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.