Mighty winds that sing on high
Wildly, sweetly, mournfully,
Bear my song through heavens dome
Add from your stores some sweeter tone
To fit it for its passage in the sky.
None can tell the bitter anguish
Of those lofty souls that languish!
With Grim Penury still dwelling
Quenched by frowns their sacred fire
All their powers within them swelling
Tortured by neglect to ire
And inly conscious that the radiant light
Of Genius is around them ever shed
What marvel if their high poetic might
Should burst to rage
When hope is vanished
And for the golden haired & bright-eyed queen
A Ghastly band of brooding cares are seen
Genius enthroned in light
Dost thou for those who at thine altars kneel
One passing cloud of greif to dim thy radiance feel
Speak from thy dwelling bright!
Hark! came that voice from thee
Omnipotent and great Divinity
No 'twas but the breeze drew near
And seemed articulate to my ear
Answer thou that Dwell'st on high
Answer from the azure sky
O! this utter silence break
But do I to an unseen shadow speak
A spiritual essence pure divine
Which the hearts of men enshrine
And that sheds a holy ray
Over animated clay
And for him in whom it dwells
Whose heart with generous feeling swells
film from his eyes
And his vision purifies
Of that dim & earthly haze
Through which less favoured mortals gaze

And O! what strange sensations gush
To his expanding soul
With wild & overwhelming rush
& onward silent roll
When some fair scene of nature breaks
At once upon his eye
And to his heart though voiceless speaks
Sweetly and solemnly
Some huge and hoary mountain
A shade tremendous flinging o'er the land
Like a dark cloud that natures mighty hand
Hath piled aloft, cumbering the earth with gloom
And ominous, blackness as the last great day
Were hasting fast & dreadful signs of doom
Tokens of coming terrors, upon the great world lay

Or the blue moonlight heaven
Bathed in a mystery of light
By myriads of glorious planets given
Moving in orbits vast around the central light
Then when the high cerulean vault
Quivers & trembles with their lustre strange
Genius thou dost thy votarys thoughts exalt
To other, mightier worlds, that never, never change!
And winged forms flit rapid o'er his brain
Floating in radiance still and silently
And on his ear swells some celestial strain
Sounding from regions far beyond the sky
None hear the unearthly song save him
And e'en to his entranced ear
Fitful dreamlike and dim
Those midnight sounds appear!

These are the joys of Genius but the grief
The sting of cold neglect, unheeded merit
No cheering ray no balsam of relief
Soothe the heart-peircing pains that rack His spirit

Thousands on Thousand[s] pass the mourner by
Nor heave a sigh nor one kind tear drop lend
In sorrow for his woeful agony
And for the pangs that all his bosom rend

The love of fame the love of deathless glory
Inspires alike the feeble & the strong
The vigourous stripling & the ancient hoary
Would each his nam[e] to future years prolong

Far brighter burns the universal fire
Within his breast whom now I feebly sing
Possessing but that high, and sole desire
That after times should with his praises ring

And thus mid greif & strife he yeilds to death
Then slow & solemn tolls his funeral knell
And broken hearted he resigns his breath
Unhappy child of Genius fare the[e] well