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?