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And as for you, my Lady Squeamish,

Who reckon ev'ry touch a blemish,

If all the plants that can be found
Embellishing the scene around,

Should droop and wither where they grow,
You would not feel at all, not you.

The noblest minds their virtue prove
By pity, fympathy, and love,

Thefe, these are feelings truly fine,
And prove their owner half divine.

His cenfure reach'd them as he dealt it,
And each by fhrinking fhew'd he felt it.

Го

To the Rev. WILLIAM CAWTHORNE UNWIN.

1.

UNWIN, I fhould but ill repay,

The kindness of a friend, Whofe worth deferves as warm a lay As ever friendship penn'd,

Thy name omitted in a page,

That would reclaim a vicious age.

2.

An union form'd, as mine with thee,

Not rafhly or in fport,

May be as fervent in degree,

And faithful in its fort,

And may as rich in comfort prove,

As that of true fraternal love.

3.

The bud inferted in the rind,

The bud of peach or rofe,

Adorns, though diff'ring in its kind,

The stock whereon it grows

With flow'r as sweet or fruit as fair,

As if produc'd by nature there.

4.

Not rich, I render what I may,
I feize thy name in haste,
And place it in this first assay,

Left this should prove the last.

'Tis where it should be, in a plan

That holds in view the good of man.

5.

The poet's lyre, to fix his fame,

Should be the poet's heart,
Affection lights a brighter flame

Than ever blaz'd by art.

No muses on these lines attend,
I fink the poet in the friend.

FINIS.

P O E

E M S,

B Y

WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ.

VOL. II.

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