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Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend.
When from the heart where Sorrow sits,
Her dusky shadow mounts too high, And o'er the changing aspect flits,
And clouds the brow, or fills the eye; Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink:
My thoughts their dungeon know too well ; Back to my breast the wanderers shrink,
And droop within their silent cell.
Address, spoken at the opening of Drury-lane Thea.
tre, Saturday, October 10th, 1812.
In one dread night our city saw, and sighed,
Ye who beheld, (oh! sight admired and mourned,
Whose radiance mocked the ruin it adorned!) Through clouds of fire, the massy fragments riven, Like Israel's pillar, chase the night from heaven;
Saw the long column of revolving flames
Know the same favour which the former knew,
A shrine for Shakspeare-worthy him and you ?
Yes-it shall be the magic of that name
Defies the scythe of time, the torch of fame;
On the same spot still consecrates the scene,
And bids the Drama be where she hath been:
This fabric's birth attests the potent spell
Indulge our honest pride, and say, How well!
As soars this fane to emulate the last,
Oh! might we draw our omens from the past,
Some hour propitious to our prayers may boast
O'erwhelmed the gentlest, stormed the sternest heart.
On Drury, Garrick's latest laurels grew;
Such Drury claimed and claims—nor you refuse
One tribute to revive his slumbering muse;
Dear are the days which made our annals bright, Ere Garrick fled, or Brinsley ceased to write. Heirs to their labours, like all high-born heirs, Vain of our ancestry as they of theirs; While thus Remembrance borrows Banquo's glass To claim the sceptred shadows as they pass, And we the mirror hold, where imaged shine Immortal names, emblazoned on our line, Pause-ere their feebler offspring you condemn,
Reflect how hard the task to rival them!