HYMN

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ADVERSITY.

Ζῆνα

Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδώ-
σαντα, τῷ πάθει μαθων
Θέντα κυρίως ἔχειν.

ESCHYLUS, in Agamemnone.

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ADVERSITY.

AUGHTER of Jove, relentless Pow'r,

DAU

Thou Tamer of the human breast,
Whofe iron fcourge and tort'ring hour,
The Bad affright, afflict the Best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The Proud are taught to tafte of pain,

And

And purple Tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When first thy fire to fend on earth

Virtue, his darling Child, defign'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly Birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurfe! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore:

What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know,

And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others woe.

Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly

Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood,

Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy,
And leave us leisure to be good.

Light they difperfe, and with them gọ
The fummer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe;

By vain Profperity receiv'd,

To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.

Wisdom, in fable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,

And Melancholy, filent maid,

With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy folemn steps attend :

Warm Charity, the gen'ral Friend,

With Juftice to herself fevere,

And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing tear.

Oh, gently on thy Suppliant's head,
Dread Goddefs, lay thy chaft'ning hand!
Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Nor circled with the vengeful Band
(As by the Impious thou art feen)
With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,