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• Brushing with hafty fteps the dews away, • To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
• There at the foot of yonder nodding beeck a That wreathes its old fantastic roots sa
high, • His lifless length at noontide would he
stretch, pore upon
the brook that babbles by.
• Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in
scorn, . Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would
rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one
forlorn, • Or craz'd with care, or cross’d in hope
One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd
hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite
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• Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, • Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he:
The next, with dirges due, in fad array, Slow thro' the church-way path we saw
him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'ft read)
s Gravid on the stone beneath yon aged
The EPITAP H.
HERE refts his head, upon the lap of
Earth, A Youth to Fortune and to Fame un
known : Fair Science frown'd not on his humble
birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own :
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompence as largely send :
gave to Mis’ry, all he had, a tear ; He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wilh'd)
No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike + in trembling hope re
pose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
+ "...--paventosa fpe me."
Petrarch, Son, 114.
Perform'd in the Senate-house in CAM
BRIDGE, July 1, 1769, at the installation of AUGUSTUS-HENRY Duke of GRAFTON, Chancellor of the Univer
Set by Dr. RANDAL, Music Professor.