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 And know, amid those blessings they possess, They are, like you, the victims of distress; While Sloth with many a pang torments her slave, Fear waits on guilt, and Danger shakes the brave.

Oh! if in life one noble chief appears, Great in his name, while blooming in his years; Born to enjoy whate'er delights mankind, And yet to all you feel or fear resign'd; Who gave up pleasures you could never share, For pain which you are seldom doom'd to bear; If such there be, then let your murmurs cease, Think, think of him, and take your lot in peace.

And such there was:—Oh! grief, that checks our pride, Weeping we say there was, for Lord Robert Manners (Royal Navy officer) died;— Belov'd of Heav'n! these humble lines forgive, That sing of thee, and thus aspire to live. As