Thy youth to hopeless wasting, root and stem:
That I, if frugal and severe, might stray
Where'er I liked; and finally array
My temples with the Muse's diadem.
Hence, if in freedom I have lov'd the truth,
If there be aught of pure, or good, or great,
In my past verse; or shall be, in the lays
Of higher mood, which now I meditate,
It gladdens me, O worthy, short-lived Youth!
To think how much of this will be thy praise.




END OF THE FIRST PART.



PART THE SECOND.




SONNETS

DEDICATED _TO LIBERTY_.



1. COMPOSED BY THE _SEA-SIDE, near CALAIS_,