DAUG Thou Tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour, Bound Bound in thy adamantine chain The Proud are taught to tafte of pain, And purple Tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to fend on earth To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth, And bad to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year the bore: What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know, And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others' [woe. Scared I T By T Wi Im And With Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leifure to be good. Light they difperfe, and with them go The fummer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again be Wisdom in fable garb array'd Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound, And Melancholy, filent maid With leaden eye, that loves the ground, [lieved. Still Still on thy folemn fteps attend: Warm Charity, the gen'ral Friend, With Juftice to herself fevere, And Pity, dropping soft the fadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy Suppliant's head, Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful Band (As by the Impious thou art feen) With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien, With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Defpair, and fell Disease, and ghaftly Poverty. Thy |