For the Wilmingtonian.

THE POOR son OF GENIU
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THE POOR son OF GENIUS.
I saw him, ragged and distrest
TO sorrow breath sigh;
Peace had departed from his breast,
And dim his manly eye.
For him no blazing hearth did burn
No frugal meal prepar'd;
Nor gen'rous housewife, in return,
His little pleasure shar'd.
The son of genius, doom'd to roam
On lifc's even,ful sea;
Alas! nor friends he had, or home,
But dwelt with misery.
His song is hush'd and broke his Tyre,
Swept by the rugged wind;
His muse recnes on Poesy's pyre,
And leaves her son behind.
And shall the son of genius die,
BY scorn's indignant hand'
Say, shall his harp neglected lie,
On fair Columbias land,
o never let it thus be said,


In climes of Washington;
But be tribute ever paid,


To Genius youthful son.


WlLMINGTON MINSTREL.