TRIBUTE TO DR. BARCLAY 75 



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He saw my follies, and reprov'd them oft : 

 Not in the galling tone of sullen speech, 



But as a friend, in accents firm though soft, 

 Moulded alike to cherish and to teach, 

 Seeming tluui order rather to beseech. 



My guide in Learning's arduous path, he cheer'd 

 My drooping spirits ; then, as I Avould reach 



Each little stage, and still a new appear d, 

 Though hard the task, 'twas by his care and love 

 endear'd. 



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The magic world which I had fondly made. 

 Each fancy-hammer'd link of that frail chain 



Which comprehended all, living and dead. 

 Spiritual and of matter, of the brain 

 The misty mould, incongruous and vain. 



He knew and smil'd : he smil'd perchance to see 

 How the fantastic wreath the luckless swain 



With patient labour fram'd and cheering glee. 

 Which ne'er with sober Reason's precepts might agree. 



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But his, though 'twas the smile of irony, 

 Had nought of malice : universal love 

 And mild benevolence beam'd from his eye ; 



