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48 See the proud giant of the beetle race; What hining arms his polih'd limbs enchae! Like ome tern warrior formidably bright His teely ides reflect a gleaming light: On his large forehead preading horns he wears, And high in air the branching antlers bears: O'er many an inch extends his wide domain, And his rich treaury wells with hoarded grain.

&emsp;Thy friend thus drives to cheat the lonely hour, With ong, or paint, an inect, or a flower: Yet, if Amanda praie the flowing line, And bend delighted o'er the gay deign, I envy not, nor emulate the fame Or of the painter's, or the poet's name: Could I to both with equal claim pretend, Yet far, far dearer were the name of FRIEND.