To Dr. Chalmers

On reading his description of Dr. Brown, in his Chapter on the connexion betmeen the Intellect and the Will.

When Eve (by Milton's magic muse pourtray'd)
In the clear stream her new-born self survey'd,
Surpriz'd she gaz'd, with admiration fir'd,
Nor knew she mas the being she admired;
And while describing what had charm'd her view,
Suspected not, she her own portrait drew.
Chalmers, however strange the thought may be,
To our first mother I resemble thee!
In what, with all thy generous warmth of praise,
Thy pen lamented Brown's vast powers displays;—
Paints him, diffusing Fancy's genial hue
O'er the cold paths philosophers pursue;
Intent to bid round Reason's thoughtful brow
Imagination's varying garlands glow,
Till 'Intellectual Power' attention lends,
And from its 'awful throne' soft 'smiling bends;'
Paints him, on mind's most 'arduous' summit plac'd,
The scene still decking with the flowers of taste
As if, call'd forth by wand of fairy elf,—
Then, trust me, Chalmers, thou describ'st thyself,
And all the charms which in Brown's picture shine,
By thy unconscious hand pourtray'd, are thine.