Classic Poem

On Mr. Garrick's appearing in a new Entertainment for the Benefit of Mr. Smart.

When Genius, clad in Melancholy's guise,
No longer sought its own aetherial skies,
But listless lay upon the verge of Fate,
Apollo saw, and mourn'd the poet's state;
Then to his agent, Garrick, sent this card:
" Do thou, my son, protect my fav'rite bard,
Who from our sacred fountain science drew,
Celestial science, granted but to few,
Of which he quaff'd his fill, and all was well;
But seeking more, like Phaeton, he fell.
Tho' for a time he's lost, we love his name,
And have enroll'd it on the list of fame:
The rest to you, my son, we must consign.
Your's , with the compliments of all the Nine . "