Classic Poem

On hearing that the Tragedy of Merope was to be acted for the Benefit of Mr. Smart.

Unhappy Bard! whose elevated soul
From earth took flight and reach'd the starry pole;
Whose harp caelestial lies in broken state;
Affecting emblem of its master's fate!
Ah me! no more, I fear, its tuneful strings,
Touch'd by his hand, will praise the King of Kings
Oh Smart ! to me, to all, for ever dear,
Thy friend here drops a sympathetic tear;
Nor doubts but Britons on that night will mourn
Thy genius blasted, and thy laurels torn.