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Large was his bounty, and his soul fincere,
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
HYMN to ADVERSITY,
By the Same.
AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Pow'r,
Thou Tamer of the human breast,
The Bad affright, afflict the Best !
And purple tyrants vainly groan
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 forrow 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,
And leave us leisure to be good.
By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Wisdom in sable garb array'd,
· Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
With Justice to herself severo,
Oh! gently on thy Suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chaltning 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, wcar,
Thy milder influence impart, Tły philosophic Train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart,
Exact my own defects to fcan,
E D U C A TI O N..
Α Ρ Ο Ε Μ :
TWO CANTO S.
Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of SPENSE R's FAIRY QUE EN.
Inscribed, to Lady LANGHAM, Widow of Sir John
By GILBERT WEST, Esq;
Unum studium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc fapientiæ ftudium eft, fublime, forte, magnanimum : cætera pufilla & puerilia funt.--Plus fcire velle quàm fit fatis intemperantiæ genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta libera lium artium confeflatio molestos, verbofos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes necessaria, quia supervacua didicerunt.
Sen. Ep. 88. O Goodly Discipline ! from heav'n y-prong! !
Parent of Science, queen of Arts refin'd!
With each bright Virtue that adorns the mind!
Inspire, direct, and moralize the strain,
And Thou, whose pious and maternal care,
Where Happiness heart-felt, Contentment sweet, Philosophy divine
hold their blest retreat.
Thou, most belov’d, most honour'd, most rever'd!
And proudly boast that from thy precious store, Which erst enrich'd my heart, I drew this sacred lore.