Thus shall you still immortal shine,
In justice, truth, and love divine;
Though Britain tortuous paths pursue,
That can be no excuse for you;
She left her Chatterton to woe;
What have you done with Edgar Poe?
O pause, reflect, be wise in time;
Neglect of genius is a crime!
’Tis Heaven’s best gift, exceeding rare,
Then guard the plant with tenderest care;