Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in fcorn, One morn I mifs'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; • Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; The next with dirges due in fad array, Slow through the church-way path we faw him born, Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, • Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn. The ЕРІТАР Н. HERE refts his head upon the lap of Earth, Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere, 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 difclofe, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bofom of his Father and his God. HYMN to ADVERSITY. D By the Same. AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Pow'r, Whofe iron fcourge and tort'ring hour The Bad affright, afflict the Best! The proud are taught to taste of pain, With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to fend on earth What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know, And from her own she 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 leifure to be good. Light they difperfe, and with them go The fummer Friend, the flattering Foe; By vain Profperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. 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 Juftice to herself severe, 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, Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear, Thy philofophic Train be there To foften, not to wound my heart, The gen'rous fpark extinct revive, Exact my own defects to fcan, What others are to feel, and know myself a man. EDU EDUCATION. A POE M: 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 cætera pufilla & puerilia funt.-Plus fcire velle quàm fit fatis intemperantiæ genus eft. Quid, quòd ifta liberalium artium confectatio moleftos, verbofos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, ideo non dicentes necessaria, quia fupervacua didicerunt. SEN. Ep. 88. Goodly DISCIPLINE! from heav'n y-fprong! With each bright Virtue that adorns the mind! That doth effay to teach thy treasures how to gain! And THOU, whofe pious and maternal care, To the fmooth walks of Truth and Innocence; THOU, most belov'd, most honour'd, most rever'd! a And trace the plan of goodly Nurture o'er, I bring thy modeft virtues into view; And proudly boaft that from thy precious ftore, Which erft enrich'd my heart, I drew this facred lore. Nurture, Education. And |