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XXXVII.

TO THE MEMORY

OF

R AISLEY 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.

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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