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Down from his orb a vivid influence ftreams,
My lov'd Hill, O thou by heaven defign'd
To charm, to mend, and to adorn mankind! To thee my hopes, fears, joys, and forrows tend, Thou brother, father, nearer yet! - thou friend! If worldly friendships oft cement, divide, As interefts vary, or as whims prefide; If leagues of luxury borrow friendship's light, Or leagues fubverfive of all focial right:
O fay, my Hill, in what propitious sphere,
Gain we the friend, pure, knowing, and fincere? 10 'Tis where the worthy and the wife retire;
There wealth may learn its use, may love inspire ;
Oft when you saw my youth wild error know,
You call'd my lays and wrongs to early fame;
Welcome the wound, when bleft with fuch relief!
Afpiring genius, condefcending love.
When fome, with cold, fuperior looks, redress,
All-winning mild to each of lowly state; To equals free, unfervile to the great;
Greatness you honour, when by worth acquir'd;
O trace that friend with me!-he's yours !-he's
The world's-beneficent behold him fhine!
Is wealth his fphere? If riches, like a tide,
Is knowledge his? Benevolently great,
With modeft truth he fets the wandering right,
In love diffufive, as in light refin'd,
The liberal emblem of his Maker's mind.
Is power his orb? He then, like power divine, 65 On all, though with a varied ray, will shine.
Ere power was his, the man, he once carefs'd,
His friend, unequal to th'incumbent weight?
Against the sons of men a faction rise,
The friend of truth; the friend of human race.
His boundless love embraces all mankind;
Thefe are the lights, where stands that friend confeft;
This, this the fpirit, which informs thy breast. Through fortune's cloud thy genuine worth can fine; What would't thou not, were wealth and greatness
And hail the beauty of the opening fpring: Now to thy dreams the nightingale complains, Till the lark wakes thee with her cheerful trains; Wakes, in thy verse and friendship ever kind, Melodious comfort to my jarring mind.
Oh could my foul through epths of knowledge fee, Could I read nature and mankind like thee, I fhould o'ercome, or bear the shocks of fate, And e'en draw envy to the humbleft state. Thou canst raife honour from each ill event, From fhocks gain vigour, and from want content. Think not light poetry my life's chief care! The Mufe's manfion is, at best, but air; But, if more folid works my meaning forms, Th' unfinish'd structures fall by fortune's forms. Oft have I faid we falfely thofe accufe, Whose god-like fouls life's middle state refuse. Self-love, I cry'd, there seeks ignoble rest;
Care fleeps not calm, when millions wake unbleft; 20
t See Dyer's Poems.