TO THE MEMORY OF RAISLEY CALVERT

          CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them
          Who may respect my name, that I to thee
          Owed many years of early liberty.
          This care was thine when sickness did condemn
          Thy youth to hopeless wasting, root and stem--
          That I, if frugal and severe, might stray
          Where'er I liked; and finally array
          My temples with the Muse's diadem.
          Hence, if in freedom I have loved the truth;
          If there be aught of pure, or good, or great,               10
          In my past verse; or shall be, in the lays
          Of higher mood, which now I meditate;--
          It gladdens me, O worthy, short-lived, Youth!
          To think how much of this will be thy praise.
                                                              1806.