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198 Another view! not less renown'd for Wit;

Alike for courts, and camps, or senates fit;

Bold in the field, and favour'd by the Nine;

In every splendid part ordain'd to shine;

Far, far distinguish'd from the glittering throng,

The pride of Princes, and the boast of Song.

Such were thy Fathers; thus preserve their name,

Not heir to titles only, but to Fame.

The hour draws nigh, a few brief days will close,

To me, this little scene of joys and woes;

Each knell of Time now warns me to resign

Shades where Hope, Peace, and Friendship all were mine:

Hope, that could vary like the rainbow's hue,

And gild their pinions, as the moments flew;

Peace, that reflection never frown'd away,

By dreams of ill to cloud some future day;

Friendship, whose truth let Childhood only tell;

Alas! they love not long, who love so well.