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“But is amusement all ? Studious of song,
And yet ambitious not to sing in vain,
I would not trifle merely, though the world
Were loudest in their praise, who do no more.”

Cowper's Task, book ii.

DOUGLAS:

PRINTED BY M. A. QUIGGIN, 52, NORTH QUAY:
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LONDON: SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, & CO.

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MDCCCLIII.

210.9.226 .

DEDICATORY SONNETS.

TO THE REVEREND THOMAS ROBINSON, D.D.,

MASTER OF THE TEMPLE, RECTOR OF THERFIELD, AND

HONORARY PREBENDARY OF ST. PAUL'S.

I.

To thee, my friend, I dedicate my lays,

For well I ween that thou wilt not refuse
This grateful tribute of my

humble muse,
Thy kind approval, as in early days,
Would be my guerdon, and my highest praise ;

For thou art fraught with Poesy's hallow'd fire,
And skilld to wake the soul-entrancing lyre,

And roam'st at will through all her flowery ways:
More worthy thou an angel's raptur'd lay,

Than be the subject of my lowly song,

For thou art meet to join the heavenly throng :-
What tho' my debt of love I ne'er can pay !

'Tis blest to owe a debt of gratitude
To those we love,-the virtuous, wise, and good.

II.

Had I an angel's harp or cherub's tongue,

Or were I "fraught with Poesy's hallow'd fire,”
And skill'd, like thee, to wake the raptur'd lyre,

I'd pour the fulness of my heart in song,
Thou most esteem'd of Friendship's sacred throng !

Illum'd by Faith, fraught with Love's hallow'd fire,
And pure in heart,-ah! well mayst thou aspire

To hold thy seat the blissful saints among :
At home, abroad, in India's' sunny clime,

Thy name shall live throughout the course of time ;

And long as Persia's tongue on earth is known,
To thee her sons their boundless debt shall own;

In all the church thou art rever'd, belov’d,-
For "every virtue under heaven" approv'd.

1 Dr. R. was formerly Senior Chaplain of Poonah, Domestic Chaplain to the late Bishop Heber, and afterwards Archdeacon of Madras; and translated the Old Testament into Persian.

On, on, my Bark, thy airy wings unfold,

Joyous to clasp the fair and favouring breeze, And fearless speed along the treacherous seas,

Albeit thou bear’st within thy friendly hold A freight more priz’d by me than gems or gold;

And should foul winds or envious blasts assail, No power malign 'gainst thee shall e'er prevail,

With Hope thy pilot, heaven-inspir'd and bold : “ Tutus in undis,”—words inform’d with power,

Thy motto be, and prove a sovereign charm

All doubt to quell, and fear, and blind alarm : Then speed thee on in love and friendship's hour,

And some sweet cherub sit aloft the while
To guard the Poet-Bark of Mona's Druid Isle.

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