by Elizabeth Bentley
GREAT Pope! was ever verse compar'd with thine?
Did ever genius so conspicuous shine?
In ev'ry page sublime, throughout the whole
Thou hast display'd a great and noble soul;
With native elegance express'd each thought,
And poetry to full perfection brought.
To praise thy sense and judgment, heav'nly Bard!
It is for my poor pen a task too hard.
Ages unborn shall pay the debt of fame
Due to thy works and thy illustrious name.
Last updated January 14, 2019