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'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
*Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove;
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
Or craz’d with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.

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 canst read) the lay,
Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.

The ÉPIT A P H.

H ERE refts bis bead upon the lap of Earth,

* A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown, Fair Science frown'd not on his bumble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for ber own.

Large

Large was his bounty, and his soul fincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely send :
He gave to Misry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heavn ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw bis frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bofoon of bis Father and his God.

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D AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Pow'r,

Thou Tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and cort'ring hour

The Bad affright, afflict the Best !
Bound in thy adamantine chain
The Proud are taught to taste of pain,

And purple tyrants vainly grcan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When

When first thy Sire to send on earth

Virtue, his darling Child, design’d, To thee he gave the heav'nly 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' woe.

Scared at thy frown terrific, fly

Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,

And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperse, and with them go

The summer Friend, the Aattering Foe; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.

Wisdom in fable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,
And Melancholy, silent maid

With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend :
Warm Charity, the gen’ral friend,

With Justice to herself severe,
And Pity, dropping soft the fadly-pleasing tear.

Oh! gently on thy Suppliant's head,

Dread Goddess, lay thy chastning hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,

Nor circled with the vengeful Band
(As by the Impious thou art seen)
With thund’ring voice, and threat'ning mien,

With screaming Horror's funeral cry,
Depair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.

Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear,

Thy milder influence impart,
Tly 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 defe&s to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a man.

EDU.

E DUCATI O N.

А PoE M:
IN TWO CANTOS.
Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of
SPENSE R’s FAIRY QUE EN..
Inscribed to Lady Langham, Widow of Sir JOHN

LANGHAM, Bart.
By GILBERT WEST, Efq;

Unum studium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc

fapientice Audium et, sublime, forte, magnanimum : cætera pufilla & puerilia funt.- Plus fcire velle quàm fit fatis intemperantiæ genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta liberalium artium conseEtatio molestos, verbofos, intempestivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes necesaria, quia supervacua didicerunt. .

Sen. Ep. 88.
Goodly Discipline! from heav'n y-sprong!

Parent of Science, queen of Arts refin'd!
To whom the Graces, and the Nine belong :
O! bid those Graces, in fair chorus join'd

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