TO THE UNDYING HONOUR OF A SUPER-PATRIOT.
Commemorate, ye gods, the noble mind
Of Brown (A. J.), a youth of classic parts,
Whose soul was ever faultlessly inclined
To music, verse, and all the gracious arts;
At things of taste, in fact, Augustus John
Was always, and is yet, a perfect don.
But lately I have fathomed deeps unknown
Before in my incomparable friend;