LINES, ADDRESSED TO T. FAULKNER, On the Completion of his Historical, Topographical, and Statistical Description of Chelsea, By the Rev. WEEDEN BUTLER, jun. A.M. To cull correctly from the withering page A master-piece of skill thou hold'st to view: Oh! may the hard-earn'd wreath of Fame be thine, Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, April 6, 1810. ORIGINAL LINES On the ROYAL HOSPITAL and ROYAL MILITARY ASYLUM, ADDRESSED TO T. FAULKNER, On the completion of his Historical and Topographical Description of Chelsea. BY MR. PRATT. OFT has the Muse, though vainly, ply'd her art Oft has she hailed her in the tenderest strain, But still unsung, though not unfelt, the charm, The Royal Military Asylum. Next, see yon light battalions must'ring round, Train'd to the volleying drum, and trumpet's sound, The sage examples of their valour near, The offspring of the brave in ranks appear; The little troops around the veterans throng, And hear of honour in each tale and song; Oft, as their kindling breasts begin to glow, And the chaf'd blood along their veins to flow, They spurn the mimic fight, and long to wield The manly weapon in the martial field; Already seem to grasp the vanquish'd foe, No coward fear their youthful bosoms know; Spite of the withered limb and mangled frame, They dream of conquest, and they wake to fame; Deep scars and many a cureless wound they see, But these are marks of England's victory! Survey the Sons of England's future boast, Where the small phalanx ripens to an host; Lo, how they emulate the victor's fires, And catch the spirit of their hoary sires; With quickened step anticipate the fight, While their brave fathers, glorying in the sight, Observe the stripling troop with transport wild, And see the champion rising in the child: Yet more than these, than conquests, honours more, From yon blest Nurse of future warriors pour, And, though from hence, as Time's expanding wing, The full-blown garlands of those youths shall bring To some glad Muse who shall of deeds to come, Carol in notes that meet th' inspiring drum, A richer wreath than ever conquest knew From yonder scene now opens on the view. The soldier summoned, and constrain'd to yield To all the chance and change of flood and field; Pledg'd to the duties of a wandering life, Now pass'd in indolence, and now in strife; His hapless children left in haste behind To worse than hard neglect are oft consign'd; And while their parents tread the paths of fame, Are victims oft to penury and shame. Dark ignorance and dire example lead With fatal haste, to each nefarious deed; Crime follows crime, till, not a hand to save, But now, no more the unprotected train, Kindly as MOTHER'S could their daughters guide, Say then, say, can those who love the isle, "VILLAGE OF PALACES!" but not to Kings 2 And FAULKNER, thou shalt meet no scanty praise, 'The first stone of the Asylum laid by the Duke of York, June 19, 1801. 2 * Chelsea was the favourite residence of many of our monarchs. |