Still on thy folemn fteps attend: Warm Charity, the gen'ral Friend, With Juftice to herself fevere, And Pity, dropping foft 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 feen) With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien, With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry, Defpair, and fel! Difeafe, and ghaftly Poverty. Thy Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philofophic Train be there To foften, not to wound my heart. The gen'rous fpark extinct revive. Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to fcan, What others are, to feel, and know myself a Man. |