TO THE MEMORY OF LEDYARb. 



X 



Fur the Bee. 



To the Mfmory of Ledyard. 



Ye higlily born, ye lineal great ! 

 Ye gaudy trophy pciU of Itate ' 



Ye tombs of honour dead ! 

 Whcfe monumental titles (hew. 

 What fad remains are left below. 



Of noble fpirits fled : 



And you ye chief's of Mars's train, 

 Through feas of blood, o'er hen| s of Iliin, 



Wlio mount a galling throne. 

 With human gore a tott'ringcrown 

 Cement, and deem the bell rti:o\vu 



An Oniverfal groan. 



Von, let the dazzled poet pralfe, 

 And him, the wretch whofe venal lays 



Are bartered for his Pood ; 

 Unprejudic'd, the honeft bard, 

 I'o reafon paying due regard, 



'Applauds the greatly goaJ. 



He worth, not conquefts )>omp fiiall flng; 

 The mar, not conqueror and king, 



Shall aig^ify his line. 

 J,et fiiols 4nd parafitcs proclaim 

 A L.ewi->'s, a Ca;far's fame; 



LtL>v.\KD, his theme is thine. 



Thy greatly independent foul. 



Below no power, but heuv'n's CEntroul, 



Dcfpis'd the narrow reign 

 Gf art, and rank, and wealth and force. 

 And free pujlu'd her Jiberal couife, 



O'er nature's wide domain. 



Ko country thir.e whofe partial love, 

 To partial er.miiy might move 



