O God, forever nigh to Thee.
CRITICUS.
The Southern Muse—so long with drooping wing,—
The Southern Muse, alas! too sad to sing—
Her fair head drooped and dim her mournful eye,
While pitying breezes sighed in sorrow by,—
At last—at last—a wondrous friend has found,
Whose power shall make her through all time renowned: