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And bold Deceit, his indignation gleam'd,
Yet still by fober dignity restrain'd.
As intuition quick, he fnatch'd the truth,
Yet with progreffive patience, ftep by step,
Self-diffident, or to the flower kind,
He thro' the maze of falfehood trac'd it on,
Till, at the last, evolv'd, it full appear'd,
And even the lofer own'd the juft decree.

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But when, in fenates, he, to freedom firm,
Enlighten'd freedom, plann'd falubrious laws,
His various learning, his wide knowledge, then,
His infight deep into Britannia's weal,
Spontaneous feem'd from fimple fenfe to flow,
And the plain patriot smooth'd the brow of law.
No fpecious fwell, no frothy pomp of words,
Fell on the cheated car: no ftudy'd maze
Of declamation to perplex the right,
He darkening threw around: fafe in itself,
In its own force, all-powerful Reason spoke;
While on the great, the ruling point, at once
He ftream'd decifive day, and show'd it vain
To lengthen farther out the clear debate.
Conviction breathes conviction; to the heart,
Pour'd ardent forth in eloquence unbid,
The heart attends; for let the venal try
Their every hard'ning ftupifying art,
Truth must prevail, zeal will enkindle zeal,
And Nature, fkilful touch'd, is honest still.

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Behold him in the councils of his prince.
What faithful light he lends? How rare, in courts,
Such wisdom! fuch abilities! and, join'd

To virtue fo determin'd, public zeal,
And honour of fuch adamantine proof,
As even Corruption, hopeless, and o'er-aw'd,
Durft not have tempted! Yet of manners mild,
And winning every heart, he knew to please,
Nobly to please; while equally he fcorn'd
Or adulation to receive or give.

Happy the ftate where wakes a ruling eye
Of fuch inspection keen, and general care!
Beneath a guard so vigilant, so pure,
Toil may refign his careless head to reft,
And ever-jealous Freedom fleep in peace.
Ah! loft untimely! loft in downward days!
And many a patriot counsel with him loft!
Counsels that might have humbled Britain's foe,
Her native foe, from eldest time by Fate
Appointed, as did once a Talbot's arms.

Let Learning, Arts, let univerfal Worth,
Lament a patron loft, a friend and judge.
Unlike the fons of Vanity, that, veil'd
Beneath the patron's prostituted name,

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Dare facrifice a worthy man to pride,

And flush confusion o'er an honest cheek.
When he conferr'd a grace, it seem'd a debt
Which he to merit, to the public, paid,

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His sympathizing heart itself receiv'd
The generous obligation he bestow'd.
This, this indeed, is patronizing worth.
Their kind protector him the Mufes own,

But fcorn with noble pride the boasted aid
Of tastelefs Vanity's infulting hand.

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The gracious ftream that cheers the letter'd world,
Is not the noify gift of summer's noon,
Whofe fudden current from the naked root
Washes the little foil which yet remain'd,
And only more dejects the blushing flowers:
No, 'tis the foft-defcending dews at eve,
The filent treasures of the vernal year,
Indulging deep their stores the still night long,
Till, with returning morn, the freshen'd world 200
Is fragrance all, all beauty, joy, and fong.
Still let me view him in the pleasing light
Of private life, where pomp forgets to glare,
And where the plain unguarded foul is feen.
There, with that trueft greatnefs he appear'd, 205
Which thinks not of appearing; kindly veil'd
In the foft graces of the friendly scene,
Infpiring focial confidence and cafe:.

As free the converse of the wife and good,
As joyous, difentangling every power,

And breathing mix'd improvement with delight,
As when amid the various-bloffom'd spring,

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Or gentle-beaming autumn's pensive shade,
The philofophic mind with Nature talks.

Say ye, his Sons! his dear Remains! with whom 215
The father laid fuperfluous state afide,

Yet rais'd your filial duty thence the more,

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With friendship rais'd it, with esteem, with love,
Beyond the ties of blood, oh! fpeak the joy,
The pure ferene, the cheerful wisdom mild,
The virtuous fpirit, which his vacant hours,
In femblance of amufement, thro' the breast
Infus'd. And thou, O Rundle*! lend thy ftrain,
Thou darling friend! thou brother of his foul!
In whom the head and heart their stores unite; 225
Whatever Fancy paints, Invention pours,
Judgment digefts, the well-tun'd bosom feels,
Truth natural, moral, or divine, has taught,
The Virtues dictate, or the Muses fing.

Lend me the plaint which, to the lonely main, 230
With Memory converfing, you will pour,
As on the pebbled shore you, pensive, stray,
Where Derry's mountains a bleak crefcent form,
And mid their ample round receive the waves,
That from the frozen Pole refounding, rush,
Impetuous. Tho' from native sunshine driven,
Driven from your friends, the sunshine of the foul,
By flanderous Zeal, and politics infirm,

Jealous of worth, yet will you bless your lot,

* Dr. Rundle, late Bishop of Derry in Ireland.

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Yet will you triumph in your glorious fate, Whence Talbot's friendship glows to future times, Intrepid, warm; of kindred tempers born;

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Nurs'd, by experience, into flow esteem,
Calm confidence unbounded, love not blind,
And the fweet light from mingled minds disclos'd,
From mingled chymic oils as bursts the fire.

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, too, remember well that cheerful bowl
Which round his table flow'd. The serious there
Mix'd with the sportive, with the learn'd the plain;
Mirth softened wisdom, candour temper'd mirth, 250
And wit its honey lent, without the fting.
Not fimple Nature's unaffected fons,

The blameless Indians, round their foreft-cheer,
In funny lawn or shady covert set,

Hold more unspotted converse; nor, of old,
Rome's awful confuls, her Dictator-fwains,
As on the product of their Sabine farms
They far'd, with ftricter virtue fed the foul:
Nor yet in Athens, at an Attic meal,
Where Socrates prefided, fairer truth,
More elegant humanity, more grace,
Wit more refin'd, or deeper science, reign'd.
But far beyond the little vulgar bounds

Of family, or friends, or native land,

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By juft degrees, and with proportion'd flame, 265 Extended his benevolence; a friend

To human kind, to parent Nature's works.

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