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THE INGENIOUS AND LEARNED MR GRAY,
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THE INGENIOUS AND LEARNED MR GRAY,
Then republishing his beautiful Lyric Poems.
O thou! high seated on the muses hill!
Possessing Phoebus' lyre and Phoebus' skill;
Whether from the lofty steep you boldly sing,
Or crop fresh roses by the sacred spring,
Or quaff the stream, while Fancy to thine eyes,
Bids Nature's charms in heav'nly vision rise;
To grace thy Song, to steal the ravish'd heart,
To wake the Virtues, and their Joys impart:
Accept, O Gray! the humble wreath I bring,
Tune my rude reed and teach me how to sing.
Possessing Phoebus' lyre and Phoebus' skill;
Whether from the lofty steep you boldly sing,
Or crop fresh roses by the sacred spring,
Or quaff the stream, while Fancy to thine eyes,
Bids Nature's charms in heav'nly vision rise;
To grace thy Song, to steal the ravish'd heart,
To wake the Virtues, and their Joys impart:
Accept, O Gray! the humble wreath I bring,
Tune my rude reed and teach me how to sing.
Teach me like thee to gain the willing soul,
By Moral Truth, and Music's soft controul!
Above the great, above the world to rise,
Prometheus like, and borrow of the skies.
Teach me the Shafts of malice to malice to deride,
The tooth of envy, and the frown of pride;
Secure from ills that vex the rich and great,
To sail life's ocean in a lowly state.
Not selfish, as amidst its storm I steer,
To hide mine eyes from mis'ry's falling tear;
But bless'd to cheer the gloom of sad despair,
To hear the orphan's and the widow's pray'r;
To sooth their pangs, unfold Religion's plan,
Weep o'er their woes, and know myself a man.
By Moral Truth, and Music's soft controul!
Above the great, above the world to rise,
Prometheus like, and borrow of the skies.
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The tooth of envy, and the frown of pride;
Secure from ills that vex the rich and great,
To sail life's ocean in a lowly state.
Not selfish, as amidst its storm I steer,
To hide mine eyes from mis'ry's falling tear;
But bless'd to cheer the gloom of sad despair,
To hear the orphan's and the widow's pray'r;
To sooth their pangs, unfold Religion's plan,
Weep o'er their woes, and know myself a man.
Dysart, 1768.
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