RICHER than MISER o'er his countless hoards, Friend to the friendless, to the sick man health, through life's distressful scene And if, thy breast with heart-sick anguish fraught, LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN ONCE more, sweet Stream! with slow foot wander ing near, I bless thy milky waters cold and clear. Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours Or starting pauses with hope-mingled dread LINES ON A FRIEND, WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER INDUCED BY EDMUND! thy grave with aching eye I scan, 'Tis tempest all or gloom: in early youth A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear, And on we go in heaviness and fear! But if our fond hearts call to PLEASURE'S bower The faithless guest shall stamp the enchanted ground |