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TO D.r DEALTREE.
Dealtree, a Muse that knows Thee but by Fame,Adores thy Virtues, and wou'd save thy Name.
Thy Name! oh, Blindness of Poetic Rage!
Thy Name shall live beyond her latest Page.
Yes, while one Ray of Science lights the Mind,
While one Breast glows, and opens for Mankind;
Who e'er on Time's remotest Verge shall rise,
Humanely generous, and politely wise;
To Him if Heav'n it's choicest Gifts impart,
The Head sagacious, and the feeling Heart;
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With Love of Man, with Love of Virtue fir'd.
Then shall thy Name by nobler Bards be Sung,
And Dealtree dwell once more on every Tongue.
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