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ITH many children was the Patriarch blet,

Yet Joeph he preferr'd before the ret:

To tend his flock was all the youth's employ;

To erve his God and Sire his only joy:

Jacob of his lov'd confort now depriv'd,

Beheld her graces in the on reviv'd;

And all the love he had to Rachel gone,

Was by degrees transferr'd unto her on.

A ilken vet, that cat a various hade,

He fondly to the boy a preent made:

Here vivid carlet trove with lively green,

The purple, blended with the white, was een,

And azure pots were interpers'd between.

This gaudy robe (the bais of his woe,

The ource from which his future orrows flow)

Kindled his elder brethren's wakeful pride:

(When envy mounts, affection will ubide)

Their dawning hate in vain to hide they trove,

Each look too plain confes'd expiring love.