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ANNUAL REGISTER, 1803. 
Than yonder upstarts of the neighbouring wood, 
So much thy juniors, who their birth receiy’d 
Half a miilennium since the date of thine. 
But since, although well qualified by age 
To teach, no spirit dwells in thee, nor voice 
May be expected from thee, seated here, 
On thy distorted root, with hearers none, 
Or prompter, save the scene—I will perform 
Myself the oracle, and will discourse 
In my own ear, such matter as I may. 
One man alone, the father of us all, 
_ Drew not his life from woman; never gaz’d, 
With mute unconsciousness of what he saw, 
On all around him ; learn’d not by degrees, 
Nor ow’d articulation to his ear ; 
But moulded by his Maker into man 
At once, upstood intelligent, survey’d 
All creatures, with precision understood 
Their purport, uses, properties, assign’d _ 
To teach his name significant, and, fill’d 
With love and wisdom, render’d back to Heaven, 
In praise harmonious, the first air he drew. 
He was excus’d the penalties of dull 
Minority ; no tutor charg’d his hand 
With the thonght-tracing quill, or task’d his mind 
With problems; history, not wanted yet, 
Lean’d on her elbow, watching time, whose course, 
Eventful, should supply her with a theme. 
LOW MAR Meu 
By Cowrer. 
(Unpublished in his Works.) From the Same. 
HE twentieth year is well-nigh past, 
Since first our sky was overcast, 
Ah! would that this might be the last ! 
My Mary ! 
Thy spirits have a fainter flow, 
I see thee daily weaker grow— 
"Twas my distress that brought thee low, 
My Mary! 
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