Classic Poem

Here let the Muse her deathless homage pay
To Genius, in defiance of decay.
Need King be nam'd? need my weak voice declare,
With feeble eulogy, th' accomplish'd Play'r?
While O GLEBY attracts the critic-eye,
(Tho' B ENEDICK and P UFF , already, die,)
Need Sorrow antedate th' approaching doom,
And lead T HALIA to her future tomb?
Wit's vet'ran chief! how many a smiling hour,
Has Anguish borrow'd from thy sprightly pow'r!
What sad hearts did thy laugh, resistless, raise!
What Rapture worship'd thy meridian blaze!
Thy merits still to Mem'ry's glance appear,
And grey Tradition holds the bright Idea dear.