LINES UPON THE REV. MR. C ——‘ S IMPROMPTU COMPOSITIONS

No sweeter verse did e'er inspire

A kindred Muse with all its fire;

Nor sweeter strains could Music lend,

To sooth the sorrows of her friend.

Associate Genius bids them flow

With sounds that give a charm to woe;

We weep as tho’ it were our own,

As if our hearts were play'd upon.