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I had a vision fair and bright,

And when I waken'd I was griev'd

To own 'twas but a dream of night,

And sigh'd to find my hopes deceivd.

But then o'er my fancy crept,

Those who hail'd me while I slept.

There were those; of olden time,

Milton, wond'rous, wild, sublime—

Chaucer, of the many tales;

Spenser, soft as summer gales,

With a mild and gracious mien

Leading on his "Faery Queene."

Shakspeare, child of fancy, stood

Smiling in a mirthful mood,

As tho' he that moment spied

The fairy folk by Bottom's side,

Or beheld by Herne's old oak,

Falstaff with his antler yoke.

Dryden, laurel-crown'd and hoary,

Proudly stood in all his glory;

Pope, as if his claims to speak

Rested on the ancient Greek;

And that prince of merry-men,

Laughing, quaffing, "rare old Ben,"

Whose quaint conceits, so gay, so wild,

Have oft my heart from woe beguil'd,

Shone like a meteor 'midst the throng,

The envy of each son of song.

There too were those of later years,

Who've moved the mind to mirth or tears:

Byron, with his radiant ray—

Scott, with many a magic lay—

The gay and gorgeous minstrel, Moore,

Rich in the charms of Eastern lore—

Campbell, like a brilliant star,

Shed the beams of "Hope" afar—

Rogers, with a smiling eye

Told the joys of "Memory,"

Southey, with his language quaint,

Describing daemon, sinner, saint—

Wordsworth, of the simpler strain,

Clare, the young unletter'd swain—

Wiffen, who in fairy bowers,

Culls blossoms in "Aonian hours,"

Shone like a star in dusky skies,

When first the evening shades arise.

Barton, the gentle bard, was there,

And Hemans, tender as she's fair—

And Croly, whose bright genius beams

Ever on virtue's fairest themes;

With Burns, the muse's darling child—

And Luttrell, laughing, sportive, wild,

As when be penn'd for Julia's eye,

His sweet "Advice" for what? for why?

And Crabbe, who misery portrays,

With crowds of others, crown'd with bays,

Who shed around their bright'ning beams,

And cheer'd a humbler poet's dreams.