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The Shamrock

or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte]

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See! where Heaven profusely pours
All these Gifts in mingled Showers,
All their sweetest Odours breathe,
And form for Frederick's Brow a blooming Wreath;
Valour, as the springing Rose,
With a crimson Tincture glows;
Wisdom, as the Jonquil fair,
Scents the Zephyrs ambient Air;
While Virtue, as the snow-clad Lilly bright,
Streams on the wondering Eye a more unsully'd Light.

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Science, Daughter of the Skies,
Bade his Genius early soar,
Bade the kindling Spirit rise,
And the Paths of Fame explore;
As from Intuition's Eye,
Refulgent, beams the keen all-piercing Ray,
With infelt Vigour hails its native Sky,
Bright with the Splendors of meridian Day:
Through Heavenly Glories led,
Then views the mighty Dead;
Thence of every Gift possest,
Which enlighten'd every Breast;
The Lustre which illum'd the Julian Name,
The steady Blaze expanding Peter's Fame,
And Alexander's Glow, the Energy of Flame.

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Wrapp'd in the Glooms, embrowning Forests spread,
The fair Astræa pours her melting Woe;
In dim Obscurity she veils her Head,
While Indignation bids her Sorrows slow:
No longer, hark! the Fair complains,
Her lov'd, her darling Frederick reigns;
Rais'd and assisted by his powerful Hand,
Now she resumes her long-usurp'd Command:
Surmise, and Doubt, and dark Delay,
Affrighted fly, and yield the sovereign Sway;
No longer, Arts, nor double Frauds avail,
To Truth, alone, inclines the unerring Scale;

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Pure flows the Stream of Justice from the Source,
With equal Current, and a gentle Force;
While Frederick, clad with terror-darting Awe,
Drives from the hallow'd Fount the Harpies of the Law.