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Armine and Elvira * 
His heart no selfish cares confin’d, 
He felt for all who feel distress, 
And still benevolent and kind, 
He bless’d them, or he wish’d to bless* 
For what tho’ Fortune’s frown deny, 
With wealth to bid the sufferer live, 
Yet Pity’s hand can oft supply 
A balm she never knew to give : 
Can oft with lenient drops assuage 
The wounds no ruder hand can heal, 
When grief, despair, distraction, rage 4 
While death the lips of love shall seal 
Ah ! then, his anguish to remove, 
Depriv’d of all his heart holds dear, 
How sweet the still surviving love 
Of friendship’s smile, of pity’s tear ! 
This knew the Sire : he oft would cry, 
“From these, my son, O ne’er depart; 
« These tender charities, that tie 
“ In mutual league the human heart, 
“ Be thine those feelings of the mind, 
“ That wake at honour’s, friendship’s call i 
“ Benevolence, that unconfin’d, 
“ Extends her liberal hand to all. 
K By sympathy’s untutor’d voice, 
“ Be taught her social laws to keep ; 
“ Rejoice, if human heart rejoice, 
a And weep, if human eye shall weep. 
“ The heart, that bleeds for others woes, 
“ Shall feel each selfish sorrow less ; 
“ His breast, who happiness bestow^ , 
4i Reflected happiness shall bless. 
“ Each ruder passion still withstood, 
u That breaks o’er virtue’s sober line, 
“ The tender, noble, and the good 
“ To cherish and indulge, be thine. 
“ And yet, my Armine, might I name 
“ One passion as a dangerous guest $ 
