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Written impromptu on reading the following passage in Mr	A
Capel Lofft's beautiful and interesting Preface to Nathaniel	B
Bloomfield's Poems just published It has a mixture	A
of the sportive which deepens the impression of its	C
melancholy close I could have wished as I have said in a	D
short note the conclusion had been otherwise The sours of	E
life less offend my taste than its sweets delight it	F
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Go to the raging sea and say Be still	G
Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will	G
Preach to the storm and reason with Despair	H
But tell not Misery's son that life is fair	H
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Thou who in Plenty's lavish lap hast roll'd	I
And every year with new delight hast told	I
Thou who recumbent on the lacquer'd barge	J
Hast dropt down joy's gay stream of pleasant marge	J
Thou mayst extol life's calm untroubled sea	K
The storms of misery never burst on thee	K
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Go to the mat where squalid Want reclines	L
Go to the shade obscure where merit pines	L
Abide with him whom Penury's charms control	M
And bind the rising yearnings of his soul	M
Survey his sleepless couch and standing there	H
Tell the poor pallid wretch that life is fair	H
Press thou the lonely pillow of his head	N
And ask why sleep his languid eyes has fled	N
Mark his dew'd temples and his half shut eye	O
His trembling nostrils and his deep drawn sigh	O
His muttering mouth contorted with despair	H
And ask if Genius could inhabit there	H
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Oh yes that sunken eye with fire once gleam'd	P
And rays of light from its full circlet stream'd	P
But now Neglect has stung him to the core	Q
And Hope's wild raptures thrill his breast no more	Q
Domestic Anguish winds his vitals round	R
And added Grief compels him to the ground	R
Lo o'er his manly form decay'd and wan	S
The shades of death with gradual steps steal on	S
And the pale mother pining to decay	T
Weeps for her boy her wretched life away	T
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Go child of Fortune to his early grave	U
Where o'er his head obscure the rank weeds wave	U
Behold the heart wrung parent lay her head	N
On the cold turf and ask to share his bed	N
Go child of Fortune take thy lesson there	H
And tell us then that life is wondrous fair	H
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Yet Lofft in thee whose hand is still stretch'd forth	V
To encourage genius and to foster worth	W
On thee the unhappy's firm unfailing friend	X
'T is just that every blessing should descend	X
'T is just that life to thee should only show	Y
Her fairer side but little mix'd with woe	Y

Henry Kirk White

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