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On the Melanchok of Taitors
Delightful Author!-unto whom I owe
Moments and moods of fancy and of feeliny Afresh to grateful Memory now appealing, Fain would I “ bless thee-ere I let thee go!" From month to month has the exhaustless flow
Of thy original mind, its wealth revealing,
With quaintest humour,and deep pathos healing The world's rude wounds, revived Life's early glow: And, mixt with this, at times, to earnest thought
Glimpses of truth, most simple and sublime, By thy imagination have been brought
Over my spirit. From the olden time Of Authorship thy Patent should be dated, And thou with Marvell, Browne, and Burton, mated.