And from her own she learn'd to melt at others woe.

Scar'd

To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd.

Still on thy folemn fteps attend :

Warm Charity, the gen'ral Friend,

With Juftice to herself severe,

And Pity, dropping foft the fadly-pleafing tear.

Defpair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.

Thy

Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear,

Thy milder influence impart,

Thy philofophic Train be there

To foften, not to wound my heart.

The gen'rous fpark extinct revive.

Teach me to love and to forgive,

Exact my own defects to scan,

What others are, to feel, and know myself a Man.