From shades below cou'd Shakspeare rise,
The stage once more to view,
To Campion sure he'd judge the prize,
For her he Juliet drew.

He only sketch'd the tale of wo
Thro' love's resistless strife;
But Campion made the portrait glow,
And gave his Juliet life.

As grateful Garrick hail'd the bard
On Avon's silver stream;
Let fame's loud trumpet far be heard
To celebrate her name.