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A soul exalted above Earth, a mind
Skill'd in the characters that form mankind;
And, as the Sun in rising beauty drest,
Looks to the westward from the dappled east,
And marks, whatever clouds may interpose,
Ere yet his race begins, its glorious close;
An eye like his to catch the distant goal;
Or, ere the wheels of verse begin to roll,
Like his to shed illuminating rays
On ev'ry scene and subject it surveys:
Thus grac'd, the man asserts a poet's name,
And the world cheerfully admits the claim.
Pity Religion has so seldom found
A skilful guide into poetic ground!
The flow'rs would spring where'er she deign'd to

stray,
And ev'ry muse attend her in her way.
Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend,
And many a compliment politely penn'd;
But, unattir'd in that becoming vest
Religion weaves for her, and halt undrest,
Stands in the desert, shiv'ring and forlorn,
A wintry figure, like a wither'd thorn.
The shelves are full, all other themes are sped ;
Hackney'd and worn to the last flimsy thread,
Satire has long since done his best; and curst
And loathsome Ribaldry has done his worst;
Fancy has sported all her pow'rs away
In tales, in trifles, and in children's play;
And 'tis the sad complaint, and almost true,
Whate'er we write, we bring forth nothing new.
Twere new indeed to see a bard all fire,
Touch'd with a coal from Ileav'n, assume the lyre,
And tell the world, still kindling as be sung,
With more than mortal music on his tongue,
That He, who died below, and reigns above,
Inspires the song, and that his name is Love.

For, after all, if merely to beguile, By flowing numbers and a flow'ry style,

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The tædiam that the lasy rich endure,
Which now and then sweet poetry ass (N;
Or, it to see the name of idle seli,
Stamp'd on the well-bound quarto, grace the
To tloat a babble on the breath of 1204,
Prompt his endeavour and engage his an,
Debas d to sertile purposes of pride,
How are the pow'rs of genius misapprzed!
The gift, whose othice is the Giver's praise,
To trace him in his word, his works, bais rap!
Then spread the rich discov'ry, and invite
Mankind to share in the divine deligat,
Distorted from its use and just design,
To make the pititul possessor shive,
To purchase, at the fool-frequested tair
Of vanity, a wreath for sell to wear,
Is profanation of the basest kind-
Proof of a writing and a worthless raind.
A. Ilail Sternhold, then; and lopkisi, kad.

B. Amen.
Il fatt'ry, folls, lust, employ the peo;
!f acrimony, slander, and abuse,
Give it a charge to blacken and traduce;
Though Butler's wit, Pope's numbers, Prist's ez,
With all that fancy can invent to please,
Adorn the polish'd periods as they fall,
One madrigal of theirs is worth them all.

A. Twould thin the ranks of the poetic trže
To dash the pen through all that you proscribe.

B. No matter--we could shift when they were att And should, no doubt, if they were all forpat.

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