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ere rests his head upon the lap of EarthA youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown;Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. 120 Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,Heaven did a recompense as largely send;He gave to Misery all he had, a tear;He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, 125Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,(There they alike in trembling hope repose)The bosom of his Father and his God. [Illustration]
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