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For these he mourns; for these his racking heart,
Tho' nurs'd in troubles, and inur'd to fmart,
Melting to foftnefs, joins the weeping train,
And feeks Religion's aid to ease his pain;
Her heav'n-taught precepts calmly he pursues,
Faithful in hope, to Providence he fues,

Humbly refolv'd with patience to endure,

And trufts, that He who gave the wound will cure:
Nor trufts in vain; for fee, at Heav'n's command,
As Him of yore, with healing in his hand,
An angel-minister of peace appears,

With downy pinions wipes the falling tears,
Puts fell Despair to flight, dispels the gloom,
And Health and Competence their reign refume!
Nor yet confin'd to private acts alone,
Is mild Philanthropy's blefs'd influence known;
Kingdoms and states her kind protection share,
And ev'ry human ill demands her care.

When civil broils diftra&t the commonweal,
'Tis her's to foften, and 'tis her's to heal;
To bend the rigid patriot's haughty foul,
To teach the fierce republican controul;
And bid the frantick demagogues contend,
Who most shall be, not feem, his country's friend,
But fhould Rebellion dare, with lawless aim,
In arms to vindicate fome groundless claim;
With wild prefumption king and fenate awe,
And madly spurn at loyalty and law;
Then fhall Philanthropy, with steady view,
Unchang'd, unmov'd, her gen'rous plans purfue;
With neceffary force her arm extend,

And check with pow'r divine th' infulting fiend;
Nor spares fhe then her dearest fon to yield
To all the dangers of th' embattled field;
But bids him, zealous in the righteous cause
Of injur'd faith and violated laws,

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Go forth his country's champion, lead her bands
O'er feas Atlantick, to those hostile lands
Where clam'rous faction rules the wide domains,
And holds Allegiance bound in galling chains;
Where Loyalty and Virtue, doom'd to fly,
Unhallow'd Tumult lifts his banner high;
Where loud Confufion and fell Difcord roar,
And Peace and Order quit the hated shore.
The heats of party-fury to affuage,
To ftem the torrent of misguided rage;
To bid mistaken zealots rancour ceafe,
And call them back to reafon and to peace;
Infpir'd by thee, the noble youth effays,

And points the facred branch a thousand ways:
But deaf to Wisdom's, as to Virtue's call,
And still refolv'd to urge their desp'rate fall,
When led by Folly to Deftruction's brink,
From proffer'd terms the wretched victims shrink,
Parental love, with favage hate requite,
And turn from mercy with contemptuous flight;
The Chriftian hero, from refentment free,

Tempers ftrict juftice with humanity,
And whilft his arms immortal trophies raife,
Efteems THE FRIEND OF MAN his better praise.
All hail, Philanthropy! whofe lib'ral mind,
Fix'd to no climate, to no ftate confin'd,
Pervading Nature's univerfal foul,

Irradiates, actuates, and informs the whole!

The humble peafant, who with guiltless breast,
Flush'd by no hopes, and by no fears poffefs'd,
Unnotic'd ftrays the road of life along,
And chears his labours with an artless fong;
Touch'd by Philanthropy, with pleasure eyes
The neighb'ring crops in promis'd plenty rife;
Conducts the wand'rer to his master's fold,
Or helps the harvest home of future gold,

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Proportion, form, and beauty can command,
The mafs unthap'd, to order can reduce,
And call it forth to elegance and use,
Her influence feels-with honest pride imparts
The wond'rous progrefs of his mimick arts;
Free to commend, and only flow to blame,

He joys to lead the docile youth to fame;

His pupil's merit with regard furveys,
And fcarcely claims his due, the mafter's praife.
The man of fcience lives not for himself,
Nor hoards his treasures up like fordid pelf;
Pleas'd to communicate, ftill more to find
His labour prove a bleffing to mankind;
Ambitious only of that noble praise,
Which honeft fame in grateful tribute pays;
Founds on Philanthropy his gen'ral plan,

And makes his fole purfuit, THE GOOD OF MAN.
Where Windfor's turrets, tow'ring to the skies,
In proud pre-eminence majestick rise;

Where George and Charlotte, born to reign and bless,
From toils of ftate enjoy their lov'd recess;
Philanthropy, their welcome gueft, attends,
From publick cares the royal breast unbends,
And leaves the monarch happy to dispense
The milder virtues of beneficence.

The turf-crown'd cottage, undisturb'd retreat,
Upon whofe roof no ftorms of fortune beat,
Within whofe walls no gufts of paffion blow,
Too mean for envy, and for hate too low,
From Pride, Ambition, bafe intruders! free,
With humble grace receives Philanthropy.

Upon the barren mountain's hoary top,
In the low vale where oozing waters drop;
Along the ftream that trickles thro' the wood,
Upon the wild beach of the briny flood;

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In bufy cities, and fequefter'd dells,

In princes palaces, and hermits cells;

Where pamper'd Wealth on bed of down reclines,
Where meagre Want on humble pallet pines,
Philanthropy refides: and low, and high,
Noble, and mean, riches, and penury,
With equal eye regards; nor more she loves,
Or Shenftone's bow'rs, or Lyttelton's alcoves;
But dwells with Virtue, in whate'er degree,
And, good and great Northumberland, with thee.

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AR in a wild, unknown to publick view,
From youth to age a reverend Hermit grew;
The mofs his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the chryftal well:
Remote from men, with God he pass'd the days,
Pray'r all his bufinefs, all his pleasure praise.

A fe fo facred, fuch ferene repose,
Seem'd heaven itself, till one fuggeftion rofe;
That vice should triumph, virtue vice obey;
This fprung fome doubt of Providence's sway.
His hopes no more a certain profpect boaft,
And all the tenour of his foul is loft.
So, when a smooth expanfe receives imprefs'd
Calm nature's image on it's wat❜ry breast,
Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow,
And skies beneath with answering colours glow:
But if a stone the gentle fea divide,

Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry fide,
And glimmering fragments of a broken fun,
Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run.

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To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight,
To find if books, or fwains, report it right,

(For yet by fwains alone the world he knew,
Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew)
He quits his cell; the Pilgrim-ftaff he bore,
And fix'd the fcallop in his hat before;
Then with the fun a rifing journey went,
Sedate to think, and watching each event.

The morn was wafted in the pathlefs grafs,
And long and lonesome was the wild to pass;
But when the fouthern fun had warm'd the day,
A youth came posting o'er a croffing way!
His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
And foft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair.
Then near approaching, Father, hail !' he cry'd.
And hail, my fon!' the rev'rend fire reply'd.
Words follow'd words, from queftion answer flow'd,
And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road;
Till each, with other pleas'd, and loth to part,
While in their age they differ, join in heart.
Thus ftands an aged elm in ivy bound,
Thus youthful ivy claíps an elm around.

Now funk the fun; the clofing hour of day
Came onward, mantled o'er with sober grey;
Nature in filence bid the world repofe;

When near the road a ftately palace rose :·

There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they pafs,
Whofe verdure crown'd their floping fides of grass.
It chanc'd, the noble mafter of the dome

Still made his houfe the wand'ring ftranger's home.
Yet ftill the kindness from a thirst of praise,
Prov'd the vain flourish of expenfive eafe.
The pair arrive; the livery'd fervants wait;
Their lord receives them at the pompous gate:
The table groans with coftly piles of food,
And all is more than hofpitably good.

Then,

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