t79I* TO THE MEMORY OF LEOTARD, 2By 



In vain the Bothnic deep 

 His jaws with hideous yawn prepar'd 

 To gorge the vent'rous man who dar'J 



Difturb hi» icy fleep. 



When on the verge of Yakutz flood, 

 Thy ready hope; on tiptoe flood, 



With wings for flight unfurl'd ; 

 A tyrant's blaft oppof 'd thy courfe, 

 Andfwept thee back with jealous force, 



The fpace of half the world ; 



In vain thy effbrs were repreff'd 

 And famine, cold, fatigue diftrelT'd 



And tortur'd cv'ry fenfe ; 

 Still to promote the gen'ral weal, 

 Thy indefatigable zeal 



Advanc'd witli bold pretence. 



From drifted fnows beneath the pole. 

 To burning fands that whirlwinds roll. 



Where tawny Afrio pours, 

 From mountain brcafts to iablc fons, 

 The rich maternal tide, that runs 



In Nile's and Niger's fhores. 



What though too foon of life bereav'd. 

 Before the great deed was achiev'd. 



Or thy new toils begun ; 

 Vet motives fandify the deed, 

 Omnifcient juftice hath decreed 



Thy fer-uket -well d«ne, 



F«b<2^di79i, Wm.Dr'jthin. 



