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Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd 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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Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree;

< 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

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Slow through the church-way path we faw him born, Approach and read (for thou can't read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.

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ERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth, 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.

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 disclofe,

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repofe). The bofom of his Father and his God.

HYMN

HYMN to ADVERSITY.

By the Same.

AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Power,

Thou Tamer of the human breast,

Whofe iron fcourge and tort'ring hour

The Bad affright, afflict the Beft!

Bound in thy adamantine chain

The Proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When first thy Sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling Child, design'd,
To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth,
And bad to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year the bore :

What forrow was, thou bad'st her know,

And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others' woe.

Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,

Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy,

And leave us leisure to be good.

Light they difperfe, and with them go

The fummer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe;

By vain Profperity received,

To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.

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Wisdom in fable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,

And Melancholy, filent maid

With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy folemn steps attend:

Warm Charity, the gen'ral friend,

With justice to herself fevere,

And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing 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 screaming Horror's funeral cry,
Defpair, and fell Disease, and ghaftly Poverty.

Thy form benign, oh Goddefs, 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 scan,

What others are to feel, and know myself a man.

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EDUCATION.

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IN TWO CANTOS.

Written in Imitation of the Style and Manner of SPENSER'S FAIRY QUEEN.

Infcribed to Lady LANGHAM, Widow of Sir JOHN LANGHAM, Bart.

By GILBERT WEST, Efq;

Unum ftudium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc fapientia ftudium eft, fublime, forte, magnanimum: cœtera pufilla & puerilia funt.-Plus fcire velle quàm fit fatis intemperantiæ genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta liberalium artium confectatio moleftos, verbojos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, & ideo non dicentes neceffaria, quia Jupervacua didicerunt. SEN. Ep. 88.

Goodly DISCIPLINE! from heav'n y-fprong!
Parent of Science, queen of Arts refin'd!
To whom the Graces, and the Nine belong :
O! bid thofe Graces, in fair chorus join'd

With each bright Virtue that adorns the mind!
O bid the Mufes, thine harmonious train,
Who by thy aid erst humaniz'd mankind,
Infpire, direct, and moralize the ftrain,

That doth essay to teach thy treasures how to gain!

And THOU, whofe pious and maternal care,
The fubftitute of heavenly Providence,
With tenderest love my orphan life did rear,
And train me up to manly strength and sense;
With mildest awe, and virtuous influence,
Directing my unpractis'd wayward feet

To the fmooth walks of Truth and Innocence;
Where Happiness heart-felt, Contentment sweet,
Philofophy divine aye hold their bleft retreat.

THOU, moft belov'd, most honour'd, most rever'd!
Accept this verfe, to thy large merit due !
And blame me not, if by each tye endear'd,
Of nature, gratitude, and friendship true,
The whiles this moral thefts I pursue,
And trace the plan of goodly a Nurture o'er,
I bring thy modeft virtues into view;

And proudly boast that from thy precious flore,

Which erft enrich'd my heart, I drew this facred lore,

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a Nurture, Education.

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