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Haply fome hoary-headed Swain may say,

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Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn

Brushing with hafty steps the dews away

• To meet the fun upon the upland lawn.

There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

• That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,

'His listless length at noontide would he stretch,

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• Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn,

• Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove,

Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,

Or craz'd with care, or crofs'd in hopeless love.

• One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,

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• Another came; nor yet befide the rill,

• Nor up

the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

The next with dirges due in fad array

• Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, • Grav'd on the ftone beneath yon aged thorn.

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ERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth

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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.

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Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere,

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 feek his merits to difclafe,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (*There they alike in trembling hope repofe,)

The bofom of his Father and his God.

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Petrarch. Son. 114.

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