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When first thy sire to send on Earth
Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore :
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' wo.
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,
And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse ; and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe :
By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.
Wisdom, in sable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapturous thought profound,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
With Justice, to herself severe,
Dread goddess, lay thy chast’ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Not circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen) With thundering voice, and threatening 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 philosophic train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart. The generous spark 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.
O’erhang the craggy road,
Within a solitary grave,
And dimm'd the struggling day;
Yon rush-grown moor with sable waves,
I mark'd his desultory pace,
With many a mutter'd sound;
The reeking blade, the hand embrued;
Full many a melancholy night
And sought the powers of sleep,
To spread a momentary calm
Amid th' autumnal wood
Aspectre pale, appear'd;
And brought the day's unwelcome close,
Could build the genuine rhyme ?
To strike the deathful blow :
(wo. And rous'd to livelier pangs his wakeful sense of
Though doom'd hard penury to prove,
To griefs congenial prone,
More wounds than Nature gave he knew,
While Misery's form his fancy drew
Then.wish not o'er his earthy tomb
To drop its deadly dew:
That rudely binds his turf forlorn, fanew,
What though no marble-piled bust "
With speaking sculpture wrought?
[brought. Hung with unfading flowers, from fairy regions
What though refus'd each chanted rite?
To touch the shadowy shell:
[knell. In many a pensive pause shall seem to ring his
To soothe a lone, unhallow'd shade,
Within an ivied nook :
(took : And thus a cherub-voice my charn'd attention
• Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praise ; Nor thus for guilt in specious lays
The wreath of glory twine;
In vain with hues of gorgeous glow
Just Heaven, man's fortitude to prove,
The tribes of hell-born Wo:
Her aid divine had lull'd to rest
And stay'd the rising storm :
sform. • And give the wonted bloom to nature's blasted "Vain man ! 'tis Heaven's prerogative To take, what first it deign'd to give,
Thy tributary breath : In awful expectation plac'd, Await thy doom, nor impious haste To pluck from God's right hand his instruments of death.'