Two Poets[1] (poets, by report,
Not oft so well agree),
Sweet harmonist of Floras court!
Conspire to honour thee.
They best can judge a poets worth,
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic birth
By labours of their own.
We therefore pleased, extol thy song,
Though various, yet complete,
Rich in embellishment as strong,
And learned as tis sweet.
No envy mingles with our praise,
Though, could our hearts repine
At any poets happier lays,
They wouldthey must at thine.
But we, in mutual bondage knit
Of friendships closest tie,
Can gaze on even Darwins wit
With an unjaundiced eye;
And deem the Bard, whoeer he be,
And howsoever known,
Who would not twine a wreath for thee,
Unworthy of his own.
Lines Addressed To Dr. Darwin, Author Of The Botanic Garden.
William Cowper
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