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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455521" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Alexander Pope, Esq.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall for the Man of Ross thy Lyre be strung,<br>And sleeps illustrious Thanet yet unsung?<br>Since to distinguish Merit is thy Care,<br>Let Thanet in thy deathless Praises share:<br>Let me, unequal to the Task, excite<br>Thy matchless Muse, to do his Merit Right.<br>Numbers, like thine, should call his Virtues forth;<br>Poetic Mirrors should be true to Worth;<br>Disdaining to reflect those glitt'ring Rays,<br>Which flow from Pomp, or from Ambition's Blaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Scenes of Woe, unmov'd, whilst Others fly,<br>And turn from Anguish the unmelting Eye;<br>Thanet pursues the Footsteps of the Poor,<br>And silent enters thro' the lonely Door;<br>Fair Plenty in his Train, and Joy, and Health,<br>Seeking Distress, as Others seek for Wealth;<br>With God like Pity ev'ry Pray'r receives,<br>Each Wish fulfils, and ev'ry Want relieves:<br>Where Sickness reigns, he, to his utmost Pow'r,<br>Softens the Anguish of each dismal Hour:<br>He smooths the rugged Brow of anxious Care,<br>And gilds the gloomy Prospect of Despair:<br>Whilst Libertines on Vice their Wealth employ,<br>He makes the Widow's Heart to sing for Joy:<br>Orphans no more their Parents lost complain;<br>In Thanet's Bounty they revive again.<br>Nor for this Life alone would he provide;<br>To Life eternal Thanet was their Guide:<br>Nor on Morality alone depends;<br>But to the noblest Heights of Faith ascends:<br>Devotion's heav'nly Flame inspir'd his Breast;<br>Still in the Temple were his Vows address'd:<br>Tho' he in Virtue's Paths, delighted, trod,<br>Studious to please, and imitate his God;<br>The hallow'd Altar, grateful, he survey'd,<br>And there his lowly Adoration paid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the pale, childless Miser hoard up Wealth,<br>And, trembling, snatch an anxious View by Stealth;<br>Amass the shining Ore with guilty Care,<br>To aggrandize some distant, worthless Heir;<br>Who longs, impatient, for the solemn Toll,<br>Which, slow, proclaims the sad--departed Soul;<br>Then eyes with Joy the care--collected Hoard,<br>And spends, profuse, what Avarice had stor'd;<br>By Fortune's sudden Smiles to Madness fir'd,<br>He wastes on ev'ry Vice, what Guilt acquir'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So dwells on Mountain--Tops the Northern Snow,<br>Congeal'd by Frosts, for Years untaught to flow;<br>Till hotter Suns more vig'rous Beams display;<br>The Mass relents, the glitt'ring Piles decay;<br>Sudden, from high, resounding Torrents flow,<br>Impetuous rushing on the Vales below;<br>O'erwhelm the Harvest of the pining Swain,<br>And curse with Floods, which should have bless'd the Plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Thanet Heav'n its happier Influence shed;<br>A num'rous Off--spring grac'd his nuptial Bed:<br>And yet those Motives to paternal Care<br>Steel'd not his Breast against the Suppliant's Pray'r.<br>Studious to draw down Blessings on his Race,<br>His Bountics with his Progeny increase.<br>Like Egypt's Flood, beneficent he rose;<br>Silent, tho' vast, his well--judg'd Bounty flows;<br>O'er the parch'd Earth it spreads its ample Course,<br>Profuse of Good, but, modest, hides its Source.<br>Ask not, to what his Charities amount;<br>So many Myriads swell the vast Account.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye vain Pretenders to superior Sense,<br>Ye empty Boasters of Beneficence,<br>Who in the Scorners Seat, exulting, sit,<br>And vaunt your impious Raillery for Wit,<br>The Gospel--Rule defective you pretend,<br>When you the social Duties recommend;<br>In Thanet see them heighten'd and refin'd;<br>In Thanet see the Friend of human Kind;<br>Heighten'd by Faith, see ev'ry Virtue's Force;<br>By Faith, their surest Sanction, noblest Source.<br>Loudly ye boast a more than Christian Zeal,<br>For Virtue's Int'rest, and the public Weal;<br>Best by Effects are Boastings understood;<br>Come, prove your Ardor for the public Good!<br>The mighty Heroes of your Tribe survey,<br>Their ev'ry hidden Excellence display;<br>Or dead, or living, set their Virtues forth;<br>Let all, united, vie with Thanet's Worth;<br>Free--thinkers, Moralists, on you I call,<br>Can Thanet's Worth be equall'd by you all?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Accept, illustrious Shade! these artless Lays;<br>My Soul this Homage, to thy Virtue pays:<br>Led by that sacred Light, a Stranger--Muse<br>Attempts those Paths, which abler Feet refuse;<br>In distant Climes thy Virtue she admires,<br>In distant Climes thy Worth her Strain inspires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long to thy Tomb the Wretched shall repair,<br>And to thy Ashes pay a silent Tear;<br>Shall to the Traveller thy Worth relate,<br>And Emulation thro' the World create:<br>Ages to come shall celebrate thy Fame,<br>And Orphans, yet unborn, shall bless thy Name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the firm Basis of the Earth gives Way,<br>And Nature's Self shall feel her last Decay;<br>When those, who from the Wretched turn'd their Eye.<br>Too late relenting, shall for Mercy cry;<br>The Thousands thou hast fed, shall, in thy Praise,<br>Their loud Hosanna's to JEHOVAH raise;<br>Thy modest Worth shall veil itself no more;<br>Angels shall tell what Thanet hid before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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