Published 1838
"Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand
Is clasping mine, it saddens me to think
How Want may press thee down, and with thee sink
Thy Children left unfit, through vain demand
Of culture, even to feel or understand
My simplest Lay that to their memory
May cling;--hard fate! which haply need not be
Did Justice mould the Statutes of the Land.
A Book time-cherished and an honoured name
Are high rewards; but bound they Nature's claimOr Reason's? No--hopes spun in timid line
From out the bosom of a modest home
Extend through unambitious years to come,
My careless Little-one, for thee and thine!"[408][409]
[407] "The foregoing" was the Sonnet named A Plea for Authors, May 1838.--ED.
[408] 1836.
Son of my buried Son, whose tiny handThus clings to mine, it {saddens} me to think
{troubles}
That thou pressed down by poverty mayst sink
Even till thy children shall in vain demand{Culture and neither feel nor} understand
{Culture required to feel and}
{My simplest lay that to their memory}
{My least recondite lay, which memory}
{Perchance may cleave}; hard fate, which need not be
{May keep in trust }
Did justice mould the statutes of the land.
{A book time-cherished} and an honoured name
{A cherished volume }
Are high rewards, but bound not {Reason's} claim.
{Nature's}
No--hopes {in fond hereditary line }
{and wishes in a living line}
Spun from the bosom of a modest home
Extend thro' unambitious years to come,
My careless Little-one, for thee and thine!
MS.
[409] The author of an animated article, printed in the Law Magazine,in favour of the principle of Serjeant Talfourd's Copyright Bill, precedes me in the public expression of this feeling; which had been forced too often upon my own mind, by remembering how few descendants of men eminent in literature are even known to exist.--W.W. 1838.
This sonnet was not addressed to any grandson of the Poet's.--ED.
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