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THE CYPRESS-GROVE;
OR, THE POET's Tears OVER Departed FRIENDS.
AND FIRST, To the Memory of his ever Honour'd Master Mr. OLAUS WESTEINSON LINNERT, commonly called WESTEN; who gave him his first Notions of Composition.
If Weeping could to Life his Shade restore,I'd drain my Eyes-springs to recall my Master;
The best of Men, of Friends, and of Musicians!
For such I found him; who, with gen'rous Pity,
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My Infant Muse of all implor'd Assistance;
He only shew'd Compassion to her Cries,
Fost'ring the Wretch, with a paternal Fondness,
He made her his adopted darling Charge:
Rang'd into Order her confus'd Ideas,
Corrected her Mistakes, by friendly Reasons;
And taught her ev'n to think. Shall then the Muse
Leave him unsung, by whose fond Care she Sings?
Or, vainly, to her self her rise ascribing,
Suffer his Name to vanish in Oblivion?
No, as the Labour and the Toil were his,
Be his the Glory; let the grateful Muse
Attempt a Name, but for her Westein's sake;
That when it shall be said, in times succeeding,
(For like the Phœnix does the Poet's Fame
Rise from his Ashes) that she well has sung,
He too may be a Partner in the Praise.
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