ODE TO ADVERSITY.

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 solemn steps attend:
Warm Charity, the general friend,
With Justice to herselfe fevere,
And Pity, dropping soft the fadly-pleasing tear,

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 feen)
With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
With ſcreaming Horror's funeral cry,
Defpair, and fell Difeafe, and ghaſtly Poverty.

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Thy

O DE TO ADVERSITY.

Thy form benign, oh Goddefs, wear,
Thy milder influence impart,
Thy philosophic train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart.
The gen'rous spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love, and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to fcan,
What others are to feel; and know myself a
man.

THE

OP DE ADVERSITY.

Thy form benign, oh Goddefys, wear,
Thy milder influence impart,
Thy philosophic train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart.
The gen'rous spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love, and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to fix,
What others are to feel; and know myself a
man.

THE

B1992.8.11(20) ba- obj. 3627 -0002

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