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 Thousands, besides, the tribute of a verse Demand; but who can count the stars of heaven? Who sing their influence on this lower world?

, who yonder comes! in sober state, Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun: 'Tis Phœbus' self, or else the ! Great Author:Homer too appears, of daring wing, Parent of song! and equal by his side, The ; join'd hand in hand they walk, Darkling, full up the middle steep to fame. Nor absent are those shades, whose skilful hand Pathetic drew th' Impassion'd heart, and charm'd Transported Athens with the : Nor those who, tuneful, wak'd th' enchanting.

First of your kind! society divine! Still visit thus my nights, for you reserv'd, And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like yours. Silence, thou lonely power! the door be thine; See on the hallowed hour that none intrude, Save a few chosen friends, who sometimes deign To bless my humble roof, with sense refin'd, Learning digested well, exalted faith, Unstudy'd wit, and humour ever gay. Or from the Muses' hill will Author:Alexander Pope descend, To raise the sacred hour, to bid it smile, And with the social spirit warm the heart: For tho' not sweeter his own sings, Yet is his life the more endearing song.

art thou, ? Thou the darling pride, The friend and lover of the tuneful throng! Ah why, dear youth, in all the blooming prime Of vernal genius, where disclosing fast Each active worth, each manly virtue lay? Why