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"Here Ignorance, and Hunger fell, "Two foes in one, I sent to Hell! "Ye poets, who my labours see, "Come share the triumph all with me! "Ye critics! born to vex the Muse, "To mourn the grand ally you lose."
A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, ON HIS LEAVING ETON SCHOOL.
BY DR. ROBERTS.
OINCE now a nobler scene awakes thy care,
Yet think not I will deign to flatter thee:
Say, gentle youth, remember'st thou the day
hour I *ve seen thee panting up the hill of fame; Thy little heart beat high with honest praise, Thy cheek was flush'd, and oft thy sparkling eye Shot flames of young ambition. Never quench That generous ardour in thy virtuous breast. Sweet is the concord of harmonious sounds, When the soft lute or pealing organ strikes The well-attemper'd ear; sweet is the breath
Of honest love, when nymph and gentle swain
On ev'ry object through the giddy world
And feel thy heart at rest? Have I not seen
path Sustain'd thy feeble steps; whose every wish Is wafted still to thee; remember those, Even in thy heart, while memory holds her seat; And oft as to thy mind thou shalt recall The sweet companions of thy earliest years, Mates of thy sport, and rivals in the strife Of every generous art, remember me!