A tribute to Goldsmith as a poet by John Tait, author of The Druid's Monument, 1774
Thus flow' d my strain, as fancy bade, I thought no mortal nigh-
I turn' d me to the sylvan shade, A stranger caught my eye.
Grief mark' d his face, his locks were grey, An ancient harp he bore,
And plain and rude was his array, As that which Druids wore.