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WjKt link'd to VIC-: m .y pity ch'm, 



And afk an (.ff 'ring from thy hand, 

 Thy teirs exprefs th.jc still thy aim 



Is to relieie, not reprimand j 

 A s ster hirM from virtue needs a tear, 

 For guilt and poverty are hard to beau 



Th' new mnde orphan's artlefs tp!e. 



Pleads not v/i;h thee, blest friend! in vainj 



Thy sighs are blended with the gale, 

 Thy healing balm relieves the pain j 



And Innocence, cnraptur'd, will mtrude 



Its May morn tears and smiles of gratitude. 



Age, feeble, tottering to decay, 



A-lcin to childhood, near the tomb, 

 Awalten'd by thy fost'ring ray, 



Forgets the grave, the future's womb ; 

 And down the time-worn cheek of eighty years, 

 Tfe grandsire's thanks descend in joy-dimm'd tears. 



O Charity, benign ! still spare 



From thy rich store, with liberal hand. 



Comfort to ease the brow of c-irc. 

 And scatter plenty o'er our land ; 



Give, for thou lend'st, — sow, for the gain is seven 5 



?eace is the spring time, and the harvest heav'n ! 



Masca . 



GLEANINGS OF ANCIENT POETRY. 



TO SLEEP, BY DRtfMMOND OF HAW.THORNDEN, Onno l6l6, 



Slekp, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest! 

 Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, 

 Indift 'rent hos: to ftiepherds and to king; , 



Sole comforter of minds with griefe o£preat. 



Loe! by thy chirm'pg rod, all breathing things- 

 Lie slumb'ring, with forgetfuUnefse pofsest, 



And yet er me to sprea ■ ihy drowsie wings, 

 Thou sparis, alas! who cannot he thy guest. 



Since I am thine, O come' but with that face 



To inward light which thou art wont to Hiow,. 



Wi^h fained solace e.ise a true-feit voe; 

 ©nitydeafe god I thou doe denie that grace,. 



Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath ;,. 



i Isng to kifte the imagi. of my death. 



