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?