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XXXVII.

TO THE MEMORY

OF

RAISLEY CALVERT.

CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them
Who may respect my name that I to thee
Owed many years of early liberty.
This care was thine when sickness did condemn
Thy youth to hopeless wasting, root and stem :
That I, if frugal and severe, might stray
Where'er I liked ; and finally array
My temples with the Muse's diadem.
Hence, if in freedom I have loved the truth,
If there be aught of pure, or good, or great,
In my past verse, -or shall be, in the lays
Of higher mood, which now I meditate,
It gladdens me, O worthy, short-lived Youth !
To think how much of this will be thy praise.

SONNETS

DEDICATED

TO LIBERTY.

PART FIRST.

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COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE, NEAR CALAIS,

August, 1802.

Fair Star of Evening, Splendor of the West,
Star of my Country on the horizon's brink
Thou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sink
On England's bosom; yet well pleased to rest,
Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crest
Conspicuous to the Nations. Thou, I think,
Should'st be my Country's emblem; and should'st wink,
Bright Star! with laughter on her banners, drest
In thy fresh beauty. There ! that dusky spot
Beneath thee, it is England; there it lies.
Blessings be on you both! one hope, one lot,
One life, one glory! I, with many a fear
For my dear Country, many heartfelt sighs,
Among Men who do not love her, linger here.

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