SKETCH OF LORD BYRON'S LIFE
by Julia Moore, "The Sweet Singer of Michigan"

"Lord Byron" was an Englishman
      A poet I believe,
His first works in old England
      Was poorly received.
Perhaps it was "Lord Byron's" fault
      And perhaps it was not.
His life was full of misfortunes,
      Ah, strange was his lot.

The character of "Lord Byron"
      Was of a low degree,
Caused by his reckless conduct,
      And bad company.
He sprung from an ancient house,
      Noble, but poor, indeed.
His career on earth, was marred
      By his own misdeeds.

Generous and tender hearted,
      Affectionate by extreme,
In temper he was wayward,
      A poor "Lord" without means;
Ah, he was a handsome fellow
      With great poetic skill,
His great intellectual powers
      He could use at his will.

He was a sad child of nature,
      Of fortune and of fame;
Also sad child to society,
      For nothing did he gain
But slander and ridicule,
      Throughout his native land.
Thus the "poet of the passions,"
      Lived, unappreciated, man.

Yet at the age of 24,
      "Lord Byron" then had gained
The highest, highest, pinacle
      Of literary fame.
Ah, he had such violent passions
      They was beyond his control,
Yet the public with its justice,
      Sometimes would him extol.

Sometimes again "Lord Byron"
      Was censured by the press,
Such obloquy, he could not endure,
      So he done what was the best.
He left his native country,
      This great unhappy man;
The only wish he had, "'tis said,"
      He might die, sword in hand.

He had joined the Grecian Army;
      This man of delicate frame;
And there he died in a distant land,
      And left on earth his fame.
"Lord Byron's" age was 36 years,
      Then closed the sad career,
Of the most celebrated "Englishman"
      Of the nineteenth century.