Lady unknown! a pilgrim from the shrine
Of Poesy's fair temple, brings a wreath
Which fame and gratitude alike entwine,
Around a name that charms the monster Death,
And bids him pause!— Amidst despairing life
BIRKBECK's the harbinger of hope and health;
When sordid affluence was with man at strife,
He boldly stripp'd the veil, and show'd the wealth
To aged ignorance, and ardent youth,
Of cultured minds — the freedom of the soul!
The sun of science, and the light of truth,
The bliss of reason — mind without control.
Accept this tribute. Lady! and the praise,
As Consort and the soother of his care!
His offspring's pride — his friend's commingled rays,
And every other grace that man has deem'd most rare!