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 Expert in laws divine, I know the paths Of wisdom, and erroneous folly's end Have oft presaged: and now well-pleas'd I wait Each evening till a noble youth, who loves My shade, a while relieved from public cares, Yon peaceful gate shall enter, and sit down Beneath my branches. Then his musing mind I prompt, unseen; and place before his view Sincerest forms of good; and move his heart With the dread bounties of the Sire Supreme Of gods and men, with freedoms generous deeds. The lofty voice of glory, and the faith Of sacred friendship. Stranger I have told My function. If within thy bosom dwell Aught which may challenge praise, thou wilt not leave Unhonored my abode, nor shall I hear A sparing benediction from thy tongue. Akenside.

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