MR JEPHSON’s TRAGEDIES

Poetic Spirits, bend your ardent gaze On this rich effluence of dramatic rays! Than those alone less eminently bright, That dart from Shakespear’s orb their solar light. Fastidious Spleen, and canker’d Envy fly, Nor thou! O mole-eyed Prejudice, be nigh! Then, nervous Jephson, shall thy muse obtain Applause, that opes the gate of Glory’s fane.