Lines On Fergusson, The Poet

      Ill-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!      What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,      To think Life's sun did set e'er well begun      To shed its influence on thy bright career.       O why should truest Worth and Genius pine      Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,      While titled knaves and idiot-Greatness shine      In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?