AH! who can tell how hard it is to climb H. The steep where Fame's proud temple fainesafar! Ah! who can tell how many a foul sublime }! is felt the influence of malignant ftar, And wag d with Fortune an eternal war! Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar,
In life's low vale remote his pined alone, "Then dropt into the grave, uapiticd and unknown!