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100 ! thy father's fame will soon be thine.

Where Learning nurtures the superior mind,

What may we hope, from genius thus refin'd;

When Time, at length, matures thy growing years,

How wilt thou tower, above thy fellow peers!

Prudence and sense, a spirit bold and free,

With Honour's soul, united beam in thee.

Shall fair, pass by unsung?

From ancient lineage, not unworthy, sprung:

What, though one sad dissension bade us part,

That name is yet embalm'd within my heart,

Yet, at the mention, does that heart rebound,

And palpitate, responsive to the sound;

Envy dissolved our ties, and not our will:

We once were friends,—I'll think, we are so still.

A form unmatch'd in Nature's partial mould,

A heart untainted, we, in thee, behold: