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Surely, the fon of fcien¢e may demand 
The poet’s eulogy, the fculptor’s hand 5 
The letter’d fage with juftice may require 
Praife from the pen, or tribute from the lyre. 
Yet, modeft Learning leaves to Folly’s train 
Funereal pageants, and proceffions vain : 
Enough for her, that in fome humble fhade, 
Meek, yet undaunted; calm, yet undifmay’d 5 
She waits, what Virtue bids the Chriftian 
wait, 
Her foul’s difmiffion to a purer ftate; 
Commits that foul, in life’s concluding hour, 
To God, its Maker, trufting in his power 5 
Gives to his fovereign will her parting breath, 
And treads, with ftedfat hope, the vale of 
death! 
So honour’d Prieftley gently funk to reft ; 
Mourn’d by his country, by his Maker bleft! 
An endlefs reft from Perfecution’s rod ! 
s¢ A reft remaining for the fons of God !” 
Accept, lamented fhade! the imperfe& ftrain, 
Which fcorns to flatter, when to praife were 
vain :* 
Thy various worth when Friendfhip ftrives 
to trace, 
Each manly virtue, and each Chriftian grace, 
She owns her fkill confin’d, her colours faint, 
And leaves a portrait, which fhe cannot paint! 
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LINES 
FROM A HUSBAND TO HIS WIFE, ON 
THE FOURTEENTH ANNIVERSARY OF 
THEIR MARRIAGE, JULY 6, 1804. 
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Now balmy zephyrs fan the grove, 
And fcatter rich perfumes around 5 
And feather’d fongfters, warbling love, 
In every verdant bufh are found. 
An Eden all the land appears, 
Rejoicing at the folar blaze ; 
Her gayeft livery Nature wears, 
And all her richeft hues difplays. 
The flowery nations court our eyes, 
And paint with beauty hill and vale 5 
In every fhape behold them rife, 
» And load with fragrance every gale. 
While Flora weaves her chapiets gay, 
Pomona tends her lufcious fores 5 
From which, in Autumn’s future day, 
Neftareous juice the Goddefs pours. 
Such are the fcenes, which every year 
With that delightful day combine, 
Which bade me banifh doubt and fear, 
And call Eliza wholly mine. 
Original Poetry, 
[Oa 1, 
Round yon bright orb, fince that bleft hours 
The earth has fourteen circuits roll’d; 
And, thanks to Heaven’s beftowing powers 
Has bid new forms of blifs unfold. 
Each flying year has clofer tied 
The facred hymeneal band. 
More dearly lov’d !—my fweeteft bride, 
Accept again your Edmund’s hand ! 
His heart he cannot now beftow, 
For, poor or rich, ’tis all your own; 
And "tis his greateft joy to know, 
That.to Eliza’s breaft ’tis flown. 
There, like a mifer, fee it fit 
To watch its more than diamond mine 3 
Nor will it the dear treafure quit, 
?Till Heaven command it to refign, 
Far diftant, if it pleafe the Power, 
That orders all things here below, 
Be that diftreffing fatal hour 
That is to deal the fevering blow. 
This, beft of women, ever dear! 
This is the fober honeft lay 
Which, paft the fourteenth happy year, 
Still growing love\bids Edmund pay. 
And if Almighty Power beftows 
Its boons, and fourteen more are given, 
May every moment, as it flows, 
But bring us nearer God and Heaven! 
Sidmouth, Fuly 6, 1804. 
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LINES, ON SEEING BLENHEIM CAS- 
TLE. 
! afk not me of Blenheim’s marble halls, 
Her tow’ring column and triumphal gate 5 
With vacant glance I view the trophied walls, 
The wide unfocial haunt of fullen ftate ! 
Boaft not to me the wooded green demefne, 
Form’d by the lab’rer’s hand, the artift’s 
rule 5 
Joylefs I fee, in yon extended plain, 
A cultured defert, and a ftagnant pool. 
Be mine the cheerful view of village green, 
With ruddy children fcatter’d far and near, 
The babbling brook thro’ willow hedge-rows 
feen, 
That turns the mill with current fwift and 
clear. 
At fcenes like thefe, the patriot breaft may 
warm, 
And tears of young philanthropy may ftart; 
The poet’s mind new dreams of beauty form, 
And Fancy own the pit cs of the 
heart, 
L. 
MEMOIRS 
