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Till earth's remotest bound, and heaven's bright traia 

 He trace, weigh, measure, picture, and explain. 



If such his toils, sure honor and regard 

 And wealth and fame will be his dear reward ; 

 Sure every tongue will utter forth his praise, 

 And blessings gild the evening of his days 1 

 Yes !— Blest indeed, by cold ungreatful scorn, 

 "\\ ith study pale, by daily crosses worn, 

 Despised by those who to his labors owe 

 All that they read, and almost all they know ; 

 Condemned, each tedious day, such cares to bear 

 As well might drive e'en Patience to despair : 



The partial parent's taunt — the idler dull 



The blockhead's dark, impenetrable scull— 

 The endless round of A, B, C's whole train, 

 Repeated o'er ten thousand times in vain. 

 Placed on a point the object of each sneer, 

 His faults enlarge his merits disappear; 

 If mild — " Our lazy master loves his ease, 

 M The boys at school do any thing they please." 

 If rigid — "He's a cross hard-hearted wretch, 

 M lie drives the children stupid with his birch. 



* My child, with gentle means, will mind a breath ; 



* But frowns and floggings frighten him to death." 

 Do as he will his conduct is arraigned, 



And dear the little that he gets is gained ; 

 E'en that is given him, on that quarter day, 

 W ith looks that call it — money thrown away. 

 Just Heav'n! who knows the unremitting care 

 Aad deep solicitude that teachers share, 



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