Berwick! we little thought, when first we drew
The social lot from Alma’s fostering hand
That you were chos’n to lead the youthful crew
A fearless pilot, to the lonely strand
Where honour dwells: while by the muse trepan’d
And o’er the wild by beck’ning phantoms led
I’m doom’d to wander still in fairy land
By visions tended, and in visions fed!
And thou art sent an humble crook to sway
Thy virtues all eclipsed in rural shade!
Yet heaven retains the glow of parting day
Even when the sun in Thetis lap is laid
So thy example lives! Nor thou disdain
The lowly duties of the quiet fold
The sun, whose glories float along the main
When Adrias dawning towers are ting’d with gold
With more effect the winding slope illumes
Where, flush’d with genial life the future vintage blooms.
(Henry Boyd)
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