Melpomene declined her drooping head;
She mourn’d their loss, then fled to western skies,
And saw at Bath another genius rise.
Old Drury’s scene the goddess bade her choose,
The actress heard, and spake, “herself a muse.”
From the same nursery, this night appears
Another warbler, yet of tender years;
As a young bird, as yet unus’d to fly
On wings, expanded, through the azure sky,
With doubt and fear its first excursion tries