"FROM THE DARK CHAMBERS OF DEJECTION FREED"
Composed in Edinburgh, during my Scotch tour with Mrs.
Wordsworth and my sister Miss Hutchinson, in the year 1814. Poor
Gillies never rose above that course of extravagance in which he
was at that time living, and which soon reduced him to poverty and
all its degrading shifts, mendicity being far from the worst. I
grieve whenever I think of him, for he was far from being without
genius, and had a generous heart, not always to be found in men
given up to profusion. He was nephew of Lord Gillies the Scotch
judge, and also of the historian of Greece. He was cousin to Miss
Margaret Gillies, who painted so many portraits with success in
FROM the dark chambers of dejection freed,
Spurning the unprofitable yoke of care,
Rise, GILLIES, rise; the gales of youth shall bear
Thy genius forward like a winged steed.
Though bold Bellerophon (so Jove decreed
In wrath) fell headlong from the fields of air,
Yet a rich guerdon waits on minds that dare,
If aught be in them of immortal seed,
And reason govern that audacious flight
Which heavenward they direct.--Then droop not thou,
Erroneously renewing a sad vow
In the low dell 'mid Roslin's faded grove:
A cheerful life is what the Muses love,
A soaring spirit is their prime delight.