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Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse,
For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead
Haply some hoary-headed Swain may fay,
Brushing with hafty steps the dews away • To meet the sun upon the upland land.
• There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
His listless length at noon-tide wou'd he stretch,
• Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in fcorn,
• One morn I miss’d him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree; • Another came; nor yet beside the rill, • Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he,
« The next with dirges due in fad array • Slow through the church-way path we saw him born,
Approach and read (for thou can't read) the lay, • Glav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
TERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth,
A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown, Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large rvas his bounty, and his foul sincere,
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
HYMN to ADVERSITY.
By the Same.
Thou Tamer of the human breast,
The Bad affright, amict the Best!
And purple tyrants vainly groan
When first thy Sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling Child, design’d, To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth,
And bad to form her infant mind.
What sorrow was, thou bad'It her know,
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
And leave us leisure to be good.
By vain Prosperity received,
Wisdom in fable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
With justice to herself severe,
Oh! gently on thy Suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Nor circled with the vengeful Band (As by the Impious thou art feen) With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear,
Thy milder influence impart, Thy philofophic Train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart, The gen'rous fpark extinct revive, Teach me to love, and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a man.
E DU C Α Τ Ι Ο Ν.
Α Ρ Ο Ε
IN TWO CAN TO S.
Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of
SPENSE R's · FAIRY QUE E N. Inscribed to Lady LANGHAM, Widow of Sir JOHN
By GILBERT WEST, Efq; Unum ftudium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc
Sapientia ftudium est, sublime, forte, magnani nun : cetera pufilla & puerilia sunt.--Plus fcire velle quàm fit fatis intemperantiæ genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta liberalium artium confectatio molestos, verbofosys intempestivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes necesaria, quia pervacua didicerunt.
Sen. Ep. 88.
Goodly Discipline! from heav'n y-sprong !
Parent of Science, queen of Arts refin'd!