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 Nor see unmov'd His kind paternal Woe! Nor force His Tears, His precious Blood, for thee to flow!

No more repine, my coward Soul! The Sorrows of Mankind to share, Which He, who could the World controul, Did not disdain to bear! Check not the Flow of sweet fraternal Love, By Heav'n's high King in Bounty given, Thy stubborn Heart to soften and improve, Thy earth-clad Spirit to refine, And gradual raise to Love divine And wing its soaring Flight to Heaven!

Nor Thou,, who from early Youth By Genius led, by Virtue train'd, Hast fought the Fountain of eternal Truth, And each fair Spring of Knowlege train'd; Nor Thou, with fond Chimeras vain, With Stoic Pride, and fancied Scorn Of human Feelings, human Pain, My feeble Soul sustain! Far nobler Precepts should thy Page adorn. O rather guide me to the sacred Source Of real Wisdom, real Force, Thy Life's unerring Rule! To Thee, fair Truth her radiant Form unshrouds, Though, wrapp'd in thick impenetrable Clouds, She mock'd the Labours of the Grecian School. M. H.