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If I must wish at all--Desires are free,
will. He 's poor, at best, who others misery fees, And wants the wish’d-for power to give them ease! A glory this, unreach'd, but on a throne ! All were enough-and, less than all, is none ! This .my
firft with :But since 'tis wild, and vain, To grasp at glittering clouds, with fruitless pain, More fafely low, let my next prospect be, And life's mild evening this fair fun-fet see.
· Far from a Lord's loath'd neighbourhood_a State ! Whole little greatness is a pride I hate ! On some lone wild, should my large house be placid, Vastly surrounded by a healthful waste ! Steril, and coarse, the untry'd soil should be, Till forc'd to flourish, and subdued by me. Seas, woods, meads, mountains, gardens, streams, and
skies, Should, with a changeful grandeur, charm my cyes! Where-e’er I walk?d, effects of my past pains Should plume the mountain tops, and paint the plains, Greatly obscure, and Thunning courts, or name; Widely befriended, but escaping fame ; Peaceful, in studious. quiet, would I live, Lie hid, for leisurç, and grow rich, to give !
Alas! what a folly, what wealth and domain
We heap up in fin and in sorrow! Immense is the toil, yet the labour how -vain !
Is not life to be over to-morrow ?
Then glide on my moments, the few that I have
Smooth-faded, and quiet, and even ; : While gently the body descends to the grave,
And the spirit arises to heaven.
TO MR. DYER, BY CLIO*.
'VE done thy merit and my friendship wrong, I
In holding back my gratitude so long;
Sing on, nor let your modest fears retard,
I wish to praise you, but your beauties wrong ; No theme looks green, in Clio's artless song:
But * Among the Poems of Mr. Savage, is an Epistle, occasioned by Mr. Dyer's Picture of this Lady.
will an eternal verdure wear,
PO E MS.