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Ill-fated genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson! / What heart that feels and will not yield a tear, / To think Life's sun did set e'er well begun / To shed its influence on thy bright career.
O why should truest Worth and Genius pine / Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe, / While titled knaves and idiot-Greatness shine / In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?