Thy genius to Parnassus owes.
’Tis not enough that pride may urge
Thy claims to memory’s grateful lore,
And boast, as rapt from Lethe’s surge,
The Suliote and the Tuscarore.
Nay, bard, thy own land’s mighty dead
Deserve a nobler hymn from thee,
Than bravest of the brave that bled
At Laspi or Thermopylæ.
Remember, then, thy young renown,