Brother Bard! if dream thou nourish, Thro' new fancy or new truth, 'Mid the sons of fame to flourish, Thou must lean on heart of youth. Youth is eager; youth—elastic; Plieth both to old and new. Age deems all, but old, fantastic; And doth 'novel gaud' eschew. Youth, as yet of time unthrifty, Poet's song will stay to hear. Bent on business grey-beard Fifty To the charmer stops his ear. Bring us back your wandering Homer! Glorious pedlar—poem-pack'd! Midas old shall greet the Roamer With a clause from Vagrant Act. Count not on your fresh creation! Living Homer begged his bread. 'Twas a second generation Twined its wreath for Homer—dead.