nature is not ite a turk,
she ugh&039;d at first, then felt for her poor work:
pityg the propless cliber of ankd,
she cast about a standard tree to fd;
and, to support his helpless woodbe state,
attach&039;d hi to the nero, truly great:
a title, and the only one i ci,
to y strong hold for help on bounteo graha
pity the tuneful es&039; hapless tra,
weak, tiid ndsn on life&039;s story a!
their hearts no selfish stern abrbent stuff,
that never gives—tho&039; hubly takes enough;
the little fate allows, they share as on,
unlike sa proverb&039;d wisdo&039;s hard-wrung boon:
the world were blest did bliss on the depend,
ah, that “the friendly e&039;er should want a friend!”
let prudence nuber o&039;er each sturdy n,
who life and wisdo at one race begun,
who feel by rean and who give by rule,
(stct&039;s a brute, and sentint a fool!)
who ake poor “will do” wait upon “i should”—
we own they&039;re prudent, but who feels they&039;re good?
ye wise ones hence! ye hurt the cial eye!
god&039;s ia rudely etch&039;d on base alloy!
but e ye who the godlike pleasure know,
heaven&039;s attribute distguished—to bestow!
whose ars of love would grasp the huan race:
e thou who giv&039;st with all a urtier&039;s grace;
friend of y life, true patron of y rhys!
prop of y dearest hopes for future tis
why shrks y ul half bshg, half afraid,
backward, abash&039;d to ask thy friendly aid?
i know y need, i know thy givg hand,
i crave thy friendship at thy kd and;
but there are such who urt the tuneful ne—
heavens! should the branded character be e!
whose verse anhood&039;s pride sublily flows,
yet vilest reptiles their beggg prose
ark, how their lofty dependent spirit
ars on the spurng g of jured rit!
seek not the proofs
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