HYMN ΤΟ ADVERSITY. DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless Thou tamer of the human breaft, Whofe iron fcourge and tort'ring hour, Bound in thy adamantine chain The Proud are taught to taste of pain, With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and a lone. When first thy fire to fend on earth And from her own, The learn'd to melt at other's woe. Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, Light they disperse, and with them go 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 gan'ral Friend, With juftice to herself fevere, [tear. And Pity dropping foft the fadly-pleafing Oh, gently on thy Suppliant's head, Nor circled with the vengeful Band, With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien, With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Defpair, and fell Difeafe, and ghaftly Poverty. Thy form benign, oh Goddess! wear, Thy philofophic Train be there To foften, not to wound my heart. The generous fpark extinct, revive; What others are, to feel, and know myself a Man. |