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8 Of high unhaken pirit, temper'd weet With oft urbanity, and polih'd grace, And attic wit, and gay untudied miles: Whom heaven in ome propitious hour endow'd With every purer virtue: gave him all That lifts the hero, or adorns the man. Gave him the eye ublime; the earching glance Keen, canning deep, that mites the guilty oul As with a beam from heaven; on his brow Serene, and pacious front, et the broad eal Of dignity and rule; then mil'd benign On this fair pattern of a God below, High wrought, and breath'd into his welling breat The large ambitious wih to ave his country. Oh beauteous title to immortal fame! The man devoted to the public, tands In the bright records of uperior worth A tep below the kies: if he ucceed,