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Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless brcalt,
Th' applause of liftning senates to command,
Their lot forbad: nor circumscrib'd alone
The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect
Their name, their years, spelt by th’ unletter'd Muse,
For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey;
On some fond breast the parting foul relies,
For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead
Haply some hoary-headed Swain may fay,
• There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
the brook that babbles by.
! Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in fcorn,
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he wou'd rove; • Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, • Or craz’d with carc, or cross’d in hopeless love.
• One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree; • Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
the lawn, nor at the wood was he,
6 Nor up
• The next with dirges due in fad array
The Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.
ERE résts 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 ruas his bounty, and his soul fincere,
from Heav’n ('twas all he wish’d) a friend,
No farther, feek his merits to disclose,
HYMN to ADVERSITY,
By the Same.
DAUGHTER OF Jove, relentless Power,
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 bad to form her infant mind.
What sorrow was, thou bad'It her know,
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
And leave us leisure to be good.
By vain Prosperity received,
Wisdom in fable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
With justice to herself severe,
Oh!, gently on thy Suppliant's head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chast ning 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, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
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 scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a man.