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The Fate Of Genius.
Should man the open palm extend , AVoo thee ivith smiles , and call thee friend ; Praise thee for merits not thine own—Condemn thy foes—their fault unknown ; See as thou seest—hear with thy
ears—Re-echo back thy doubts and fears ; Shrink from that man—avoid him—fly—Friendship , like love , can mask and lie . O God ! that thus we should profane The noblest feelings thou hast given—Polluted by the world , should stain
Virtues that drew their birth from heaven : AVe turn thy good to deadly ill , Insult the blessings we receive , AVhen love or friendship at man ' s will Are used as weapons to deceive .
Yet in this world—this lazar tomb—Hearts pure and free ivill sometimes bloom ; Hearts form'd for virtue ' s noblest deed , Hearts that with indignation bleed To see fair freedom ' s rig hts divine Prostrate at foul ambition ' s shrine ;
Eyes that still chop a generous tear To consecrate a patriot ' s bier . Such were the tears that genius shed AA'hen Sidney bow'd his honour'd head ; Earth's victor on his gorgeous throne , AVhose ride extends from zone to zone .
Whose navies sweep the distant sea , AVhose vassals bend a Helot knee , Might cast his gaudy robe aside , And envy Sidney as he died .
Others there are of different caste , O ' er whom thy wings bright shadow pass'd , Nor rested there—whose souls retain A portion of that grov'ling flame ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Fate Of Genius.
Should man the open palm extend , AVoo thee ivith smiles , and call thee friend ; Praise thee for merits not thine own—Condemn thy foes—their fault unknown ; See as thou seest—hear with thy
ears—Re-echo back thy doubts and fears ; Shrink from that man—avoid him—fly—Friendship , like love , can mask and lie . O God ! that thus we should profane The noblest feelings thou hast given—Polluted by the world , should stain
Virtues that drew their birth from heaven : AVe turn thy good to deadly ill , Insult the blessings we receive , AVhen love or friendship at man ' s will Are used as weapons to deceive .
Yet in this world—this lazar tomb—Hearts pure and free ivill sometimes bloom ; Hearts form'd for virtue ' s noblest deed , Hearts that with indignation bleed To see fair freedom ' s rig hts divine Prostrate at foul ambition ' s shrine ;
Eyes that still chop a generous tear To consecrate a patriot ' s bier . Such were the tears that genius shed AA'hen Sidney bow'd his honour'd head ; Earth's victor on his gorgeous throne , AVhose ride extends from zone to zone .
Whose navies sweep the distant sea , AVhose vassals bend a Helot knee , Might cast his gaudy robe aside , And envy Sidney as he died .
Others there are of different caste , O ' er whom thy wings bright shadow pass'd , Nor rested there—whose souls retain A portion of that grov'ling flame ,