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Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse;
The place of fame and elegy supply :
And many a holy text around the strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to dye.

For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the chearful day,
Nor cast one longing ling’ring look behind ?

On some fond breast the parting foul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
Ev’n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
Ev'n in our Alhes live their wonted Fires.

For thee, who mindful of th’unhonour'd Dead
Doft in these lines their artless tale relate ;
If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
Some kindred Spirit Mall inquire thy fate,

Haply some hoary-headed Swain may fay, " Oft have we seen him at the

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of dawn • Brushing with hafty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

• There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
« That wreathes its old fantastick roots fo high,
· His listless length at noon-tide wou'd he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by,

• Hard

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

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• 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

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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, Gravid on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.

The E PIT A P H. H

E RE rests 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 was his bounty, and his foul sinceri,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend:
He
gave

to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bofom of his Father and his God.

Η Υ Μ Ν

,

HYMN to ADVERSITY.

By the Same.
AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Power,

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

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

And purple tyrants vaínly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
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. Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore :

What forrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own the 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 flatt'ring Foe;

By vain Prosperity received,
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.

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Wisdom

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Wisdom in fable garb array'd,

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

With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy folemn steps attená :
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 chaft'ning 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,
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

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EDU.

E DU CA TI O N.

Α Ρ Ο Ε

M:

IN TWO CANTOS.

Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of

SPENSER's FAIRY QUEEN. Inscribed to Lady LANGHAM, Widow of Sir JOHN

LANGHAM, Bart.
By GILBERT WEST, Esq;

Unum fudium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc

fapientia fludium eft, fublime, forte, magnanimum: ca. tera pufilla & puerilia funt.-Plus fcire velle quàm fer fatis intemperantia genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta liberalium artium confeftatio moleftos, verbofos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes necesaria, quia supervacua didicerunt.

SEN. Ep. 88.

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Goodly Discipline! from heav'n y.Sprong !

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

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