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'Mongst virtues youthful sons tho' least he stands,
He not the least impartial praise commands,
When Education with unerring Aim,
Points out the virtuous road to deathless fame,
Whom with allforming hand she brings to view
And teaches honours dictates to pursue.
Let Truth o'er Satires rank'rous pen preside
And Candour just shall me impartial guide.

   Tho' unexperienced in the wiles of Art,
He speaks the purest dictates of his Heart
But where Discretion     bids beware
His words, his actions are inspir'd by care,
The weepless tale does not lament alone

   Such sensibility unrival'd strays,
His breast to mercy honor & to praise
Another's woes pierce deeper than his own
But when of modesty he slights the bound
His Breast, his inmost soul shall feel the wound.

   And thou fair muse, will thou refuse thy aid,
To sensibility, sweet soothing maid,
Assist his unskill'd hand to touch the lyre
And fill his soul with thy Celestial Fire,
The nine propitious oft shall condescend,
At least to sing the virtues of a friend,
Aretas; oft shall rove thro' fancy's plain
And live immortal in a polish'd strain.
What tho' not faultless flows the youthful Lay
It shall flow faultless in another day.

   When the shrill cock his early matin sings
And the upsoaring lark fair morning brings
Forsaking the soft bed of ease & health
He seeks far from these scenes of Pomp & wealth
'Midst the cool fields, or thro' the fragrant grove
With cheerful Innocence he loves to rove—
In contemplation     Paths to stray
In shades impervious to the noontide ray.

   Often does he feel the pleasures of the mind
   Pleasures by Education Taste refin'd
   To reap Instruction from historic page
   To search the records of a distant age,
   To view with Robinson states, kingdoms rise,

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