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II. | II. To Mr. PITFIELD.
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II. To Mr. PITFIELD.
Pitfield, who on a length of years well-spentContemplative, or active, canst reflect
With secret pleasure; ever duly bent
With choicest care, and happiest, to select
Thy books, amusements, friends, a liberal plan
Hath aye been thine, a course exalting man.
Yet, the soft passion unindulged, might give
A doubt, if strains like these could touch thy ear,
Had not, (or errs the muse?) a virtue warm
Guarding thy heart, forbid it's entrance there,
Fraternal love. —Had not thy breast alive
To pity, alway felt it's influence kind,
Still true to generous friendships' nice alarm,
And with wide scope embracing all mankind.
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