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 begun
to shed its influen thy bright career.
o why should truest worth and genius pine
beh the iron grasp of want and woe,
while titled knaves and idiot—greatness shine
in all the splendour fortune bestow?