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(5) Feelings ftrong may warm his heart: Feelings he can ne’er impart. Smooth his life may flow, ferene, Guiltlefs, pure without a flain.

If in life’s more narrow vale. Bounteous heaveir hath- mark’d thy fcale, Thank thy God for what he’s lent, Happy flill, and ftill content.

Nature’s common gifts are thine. Let not thanklefs Pride repine.; Love and Friendlhip’s facred ties. Vital air, indulgent fkies, To the peafant and his lord Equal blifs and health afford.

Stranger! go—be Virtue’s friend, Moralize on Cadzow’s ruin; Keep in view t;hy latter end, Blifs beyond the grave purfuing.

AVON’S STREAM: A DIRGE.

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o Avon round thy rocky ftream With many a weary ftep I ftray; Nor chear’d by Phoebus’ vernal beam Grief pines my gloomy foul away.