The Borough. Letter Xvii: The Hospital And Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Govenors	A
AN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love	B
The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove	B
'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh	C
That we the wants of pleading man supply	C
That we in sympathy with sufferers feel	D
Nor hear a grief without a wish to heal	D
Not these suffice to sickness pain and woe	E
The Christian spirit loves with aid to go	E
Will not be sought waits not for want to plead	F
But seeks the duty nay prevents the need	F
Her utmost aid to every ill applies	A
And plans relief for coining miseries	A
Hence yonder Building rose on either side	G
Far stretch'd the wards all airy warm and wide	G
And every ward has beds by comfort spread	H
And smooth'd for him who suffers on the bed	H
There all have kindness most relief for some	I
Is cure complete it is the sufferer's home	J
Fevers and chronic ills corroding pains	A
Each accidental mischief man sustains	A
Fractures and wounds and wither'd limbs and lame	K
With all that slow or sudden vex our frame	K
Have here attendance here the sufferers lie	C
Where love and science every aid apply	C
And heal'd with rapture live or soothed by comfort	L
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die	C
See one relieved from anguish and to day	M
Allow'd to walk and look an hour away	M
Two months confined by fever frenzy pain	N
He comes abroad and is himself again	O
'Twas in the spring when carried to the place	A
The snow fell down and melted in his face	A
'Tis summer now all objects gay and new	P
Smiling alike the viewer and the view	P
He stops as one unwilling to advance	A
Without another and another glance	A
With what a pure and simple joy he sees	A
Those sheep and cattle browsing at their ease	A
Easy himself there's nothing breathes or moves	A
But he would cherish all that lives he loves	A
Observing every ward as round he goes	A
He thinks what pain what danger they inclose	A
Warm in his wish for all who suffer there	Q
At every view he meditates a prayer	Q
No evil counsels in his breast abide	G
There joy and love and gratitude reside	G
The wish that Roman necks in one were found	R
That he who form'd the wish might deal the wound	R
This man had never heard but of the kind	S
Is that desire which rises in his mind	S
He'd have all English hands for further he	T
Cannot conceive extends our charity	T
All but his own in one right hand to grow	E
And then what hearty shake would he bestow	E
'How rose the Building ' Piety first laid	U
A strong foundation but she wanted aid	U
To Wealth unwieldy was her prayer address'd	V
Who largely gave and she the donor bless'd	V
Unwieldy Wealth then to his couch withdrew	P
And took the sweetest sleep he ever knew	P
Then busy Vanity sustained her part	W
'And much ' she said 'it moved her tender heart	W
To her all kinds of man's distress were known	X
And all her heart adopted as its own '	-
Then Science came his talents he display'd	U
And Charity with joy the dome survey'd	U
Skill Wealth and Vanity obtain the fame	K
And Piety the joy that makes no claim	K
Patrons there are and Governors from whom	Y
The greater aid and guiding orders come	I
Who voluntary cares and labours take	Z
The sufferers' servants for the service' sake	Z
Of these a part I give you but a part	W
Some hearts are hidden some have not a heart	W
First let me praise for so I best shall paint	A2
That pious moralist that reasoning saint	A2
Can I of worth like thine Eusebius speak	B2
The man is willing but the Muse is weak	B2
'Tis thine to wait on woe to soothe to heal	D
With learning social and polite with zeal	D
In thy pure breast although the passions dwell	C2
They're train'd by virtue and no more rebel	D2
But have so long been active on her side	G
That passion now might be itself the guide	G
Law conscience honour all obey'd all give	E2
Th' approving voice and make it bliss to live	F2
While faith when life can nothing more supply	C
Shall strengthen hope and make it bliss to die	C
He preaches speaks and writes with manly	T
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sense	A
No weak neglect no labour'd eloquence	A
Goodness and wisdom are in all his ways	A
The rude revere him and the wicked praise	A
Upon humility his virtues grow	E
And tower so high because so fix'd below	E
As wider spreads the oak his boughs around	R
When deeper with his roots he digs the solid	G2
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ground	R
By him from ward to ward is every aid	U
The sufferer needs with every care convey'd	U
Like the good tree he brings his treasure forth	H2
And like the tree unconscious of his worth	I2
Meek as the poorest Publican is he	T
And strict as lives the straitest Pharisee	A
Of both in him unite the better part	W
The blameless conduct and the humble heart	W
Yet he escapes not he with some is wise	A
In carnal things and loves to moralize	A
Others can doubt if all that Christian care	Q
Has not its price there's something he may share	Q
But this and ill severer he sustains	A
As gold the fire and as unhurt remains	A
When most reviled although he feels the smart	W
It wakes to nobler deeds the wounded heart	W
As the rich olive beaten for its fruit	J2
Puts forth at every bruise a bearing shoot	J2
A second friend we have whose care and zeal	D
But few can equal few indeed can feel	D
He lived a life obscure and profits made	U
In the coarse habits of a vulgar trade	U
His brother master of a hoy he loved	K2
So well that he the calling disapproved	L2
'Alas poor Tom ' the landman oft would sigh	C
When the gale freshen'd and the waves ran high	C
And when they parted with a tear he'd say	A
'No more adventure here in safety stay '	-
Nor did he feign with more than half he had	M2
He would have kept the seaman and been glad	M2
Alas how few resist when strongly tried	G
A rich relation's nearer kinsman died	G
He sicken'd and to him the landman went	N2
And all his hours with cousin Ephraim spent	N2
This Thomas heard and cared not 'I ' quoth he	T
'Have one in port upon the watch for me '	-
So Ephraim died and when the will was shown	X
Isaac the landman had the whole his own	X
Who to his brother sent a moderate purse	A
Which he return'd in anger with his curse	A
Then went to sea and made his grog so strong	O2
He died before he could forgive the wrong	O2
The rich man built a house both large and high	C
He enter'd in and set him down to sigh	C
He planted ample woods and gardens fair	Q
And walk'd with anguish and compunction there	Q
The rich man's pines to every friend a treat	P2
He saw with pain and he refused to eat	P2
His daintiest food his richest wines were all	Q2
Turn'd by remorse to vinegar and gall	Q2
The softest down by living body press'd	V
The rich man bought and tried to take his rest	V
But care had thorns upon his pillow spread	H
And scatter'd sand and nettles in his bed	H
Nervous he grew would often sigh and groan	X
He talk'd but little and he walk'd alone	X
Till by his priest convinced that from one deed	F
Of genuine love would joy and health proceed	F
He from that time with care and zeal began	R2
To seek and soothe the grievous ills of man	R2
And as his hands their aid to grief apply	C
He learns to smile and he forgets to sigh	C
Now he can drink his wine and taste his food	S2
And feel the blessings Heav'n has dealt are good	T2
And since the suffering seek the rich man's door	U2
He sleeps as soundly as when young and poor	V2
Here much he gives is urgent more to gain	N
He begs rich beggars seldom sue in vain	N
Preachers most famed he moves the crowd to move	W2
And never wearies in the work of love	B
He rules all business settles all affairs	A
He makes collections he directs repairs	A
And if he wrong'd one brother Heav'n forgive	E2
The man by whom so many brethren live	F2
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Then 'mid our Signatures a name appears	A
Of one for wisdom famed above his years	A
And these were forty he was from his youth	X2
A patient searcher after useful truth	X2
To language little of his time he gave	Y2
To science less nor was the Muse's slave	Y2
Sober and grave his college sent him down	Z2
A fair example for his native town	Z2
Slowly he speaks and with such solemn air	Q
You'd thing a Socrates or Solon there	Q
For though a Christian he's disposed to draw	A3
His rules from reason's and from nature's law	A3
'Know ' he exclaims 'my fellow mortals know	E
Virtue alon	B3

George Crabbe

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