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VII. To the DEAN of EXETER.

Mills! who with equal honour to the voice
Of those who call'd thee to the learned chair,
And of thyself, art seated by their choice,
Studious to make antiquity thy care.
Yet not it's wilds alone engross thy mind,
Thee polisht life, and thee the polisht strain
Delights; the treasure of the muse's reign,
When they in Greece or antient Rome reclined
Beneath the laurel shade, and tuned their lyre.
Simplicity was their's, who ever sings
What her heart dictates, with unlabour'd fire,
While nature smiling waves her kindred wings.
This modern lay thy candid soul shall bear,
Well-pleased to trace a faint resemblance here.