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The scatter'd gleanings of a feaft

My frugal meals fupply: But if thine unrelenting heart

That flender boon deny,

The chearful light, the vital air,
Are bleffings widely given ;
Let nature's commoners enjoy
The common gifts of Heaven.

The well-taught philofophick mind
To all compaffion gives;

Cafts round the world an equal eye,
And feels for all that lives.

If mind, as ancient fages taught,
A never-dying flame,

Still fhifts thro' matter's varying forms,
In every form the fame:

Beware, left, in the worm you crush,

A brother's foul you find;
And tremble, left thy lucklefs hand

Diflodge a kindred mind.

Or, if this tranfient gleam of day
Be all of life we share ;
Let Pity plead within thy breast,
That little all to spare.

So may thy hofpitable board

With health and peace be crown'd; And every charm of heart-felt ease,

Beneath thy roof be found.

So,

So, when deftruction lurks unseen,
Which men like mice may fhare ;
May fome kind angel clear thy path,

And break the hidden fnare.

THE INDIAN PHILOSOPHER.

'WH

BY DR. WATTS.

HY fhould our joys transform to pain?
Why gentle Hymen's filken chain

A plague of iron prove?

• Good Gods! 'tis ftrange, the chain that binds Millions of hands, fhould leave their minds At fuch a loose from love !'

In vain I fought the wond'rous cause;
Search'd the wide fields of nature's laws,
And urg'd the schools in vain :

Till deep in thought, within my breast
My foul retir'd, and flumber drefs'd
A bright inftructive scene.

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Thrice he conjur'd the murm'ring stream;
The birth of fouls was all his theme,
And half divine his tongue.

He fang th' eternal rolling flame;

That vital mafs that's ftill the fame,

Does all our minds compose:

Whence fhap'd in twice ten thousand frames,
Whence differing fouls of different names
And different paffions rofe.

The mighty Pow'r that form'd the mind,
One mould for ev'ry two defign'd;

• Then blefs'd the new-born pair:
"This be a match for this," he faid;
Then down he fent the fouls he made,
To feek them bodies here.

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And open'd wond'rous scenes above the sky,

My Mufe, defcend! indulge my fond defire;
With fofter thoughts my melting foul inspire,
And smooth my numbers to a female's praise :
A partial world will liften to my lays,
While Anna reigns, and fets a female name.
Unrivall❜d in the glorious lifts of Fame.

Hear, ye fair daughters of this happy land!
Whose radiant eyes the vanquish'd world command
Virtue is beauty; but when charms of mind

With elegance of outward form are join'd;

When youth makes fuch bright objects still more bright,
And Fortune fets them in the strongest light,

'Tis all of heav'n that we below may view,

And all but adoration is your due.

Fam'd female virtue did this ifle adorn

Ere Ormond, or her glorious queen, was born:

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When now Maria's pow'rful arms prevail'd,
And haughty Dudley's bold ambition fail'd,
The beauteous daughter of great Suffolk's race,
In blooming youth, adorn'd with ev'ry grace,
Who gain'd a crown by treason not her own,
And innocently fill'd another's throne,
Hurl'd from the fummit of imperial ftate,
With equal mind fuftain'd the stroke of Fate.

But how will Guilford, her far dearer part,
With manly reason fortify his heart? `
At once the longs, and is afraid to know;
Now swift she moves, and now advances flow,
To find her lord; and, finding, paffes by,
Silent with fear, nor dare fhe meet his eye,
Left that, unask'd, in fpeechless grief disclose
The mournful fecret of his inward woes.
Thus, after ficknefs, doubtful of her face,
The melancholy virgin fhun's the glass.

At length, with troubled thought, but look ferene,
And forrow foften'd by her heav'nly mien,
She clafps her lord, brave, beautiful, and young,
While tender accents melt upon her tongue;
Gentle and sweet as vernal Zephyr blows,
Fanning the lily or the blooming rofe.

• Grieve not, my Lord; a crown indeed is loft!
• What far outfhines a crown we ftill may boaft;
A mind compos'd, a mind that can difdain

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A fruitlefs forrow for a lofs fo vain.

Nothing is lofs, that virtue can improve

To wealth eternal, and return above;

Above, where no diftinction fhall be known

"Twixt him whom ftorms have fhaken from a throne,

• And him who, basking in the fmiles of Fate, Shone forth in all the splendour of the great: Nor can I find the diff'rence here below;

I lately was a queen-I ftill am fo,

• While

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