Book Он OH could my Mind, unfolded in my page, Enlighten climes and mould a future age! There as it glow'd, with nobleft frenzy fraught, Difpenfe the treasures of exalted thought; To Virtue wake the pulfes of the heart, And bid the tear of Emulation ftart! Oh could it ftill, thro' each fucceeding year, My life, my manners, and my name endear; Still hold communion with the wise and just !— Revive but once a generous with fuppreft, Chafe but a figh, or charm a care to reft; none good deed a fleeting hour employ, Or flush one faded cheek with honeft joy; Bleft were my lines, tho' limited their sphere, Tho' fhort their date, as his who trac'd them here. S. R. |