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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.
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 sadly-pleasing tear.
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Oh, gently on thy Suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chast’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.