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The Life and Poetical Works of James Woodhouse

(1735-1820): Edited by the Rev. R. I. Woodhouse

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VERSES Addressed to ------ On receiving some valuable Books.

As orphans mourn their tender parents dead,
Unknowing whence to hope their future bread;
So I, an intellectual famine fear'd,
When, snatch'd by fate, my Shenstone disappear'd.
Some scanty morsels mock'd my eager mind,
Now half replenish'd, now with hunger pin'd;
Till all my painful, anxious craving ceas'd,
When your kind hand vouchsaf'd a constant feast.
So Israel's offspring, on the desert plain,
Bewail'd Egyptian roots and herbs in vain;
Till bounteous heav'n, to ease their discontent,
Show'r'd luscious manna round each murm'ring tent.
But, like that lustful, that insatiate race,
Shall I still murmur, and the gift disgrace?
No! grateful as a pining wand'rer's heart,
When christian hands a plenteous dole impart;
And call'd to share the fire's reviving heat,
While frigid storms around his temples beat;
As warm to you, to all, my bosom glows,
Who sympathiz'd with mine and Daphne's woes.