[Gemini]
The _Bard_, tho' wanting sight inspir'd,
Was with poetic rapture fir'd;
His noble strains, and verse to raise,
Singing of heaven, his tuneful lays,
In numbers born to lasting fame,
I beg you'll tell this writer's name.
Next him, another _Author_ tell,
Who wrote in numbers soft and well;
Whose lines were tutor'd to convey,
To every heart the moral lay,
Whose Cato and Spectators shine,
With many beauties of the nine;
Now _he_, whose gloomy thoughts appear,
For ever damp'd with sorrows tear,
Whose discontented numbers show,
The cause, from which his murmurs flow,
And disappointment marks the name,
Of him, who grumbling sought for fame.
These writers, when their names yon know,
Will tell a month when flowrets blow.