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epistle to robert graha, esq, of ftry

reestg a favour

when nature her great aster-piece design&039;d,

and fra&039;d her st, best work, the huan d,

her eye tent on all the azy pn,

she for&039;d of vario parts the vario an

then first she calls the eful any forth;

p ploddg dtry, and ber worth:

thence peasants, farrs, native ns of earth,

and rchandise&039; whole n take their birth:

each prudent cit a war existence fds,

and all chanics&039; any-apron&039;d kds

other rarer rts are wanted yet,

the lead and buoy are needful to the :

the caput ortuu of grnss desires

akes a aterial for re knights and sires;

the artial phosphor is taught to flow,

she kneads the pish philophic dough,

then arks th&039; unyieldg ass with grave designs,

w, physic, politics, and deep dives;

st, she sublis th&039; aurora of the poles,

the fshg elents of feale uls

the order&039;d syste fair before her stood,

nature, well pleas&039;d, pronounc&039;d it very good;

but ere she gave creatg bour o&039;er,

half-jest, she tried one curio bour ore

spuy, fiery, ignis fatu atter,

such as the slightest breath of air ight scatter;

with arch-acrity and nscio glee,

(nature ay have her whi as well as we,

her hogarth-art perhaps she ant to show it),

she fors the thg and christens it—a poet:

creature, tho&039; oft the prey of care and rrow,

when blest to-day, undful of to-orrow;

a beg for&039;d t&039; ae his graver friends,

adir&039;d and prais&039;d—and there the hoa ends;

a ortal ite unfit for fortune&039;s strife,

yet oft the sport of all the ills of life;

prone to enjoy each pleasure riches give,

yet haply wantg wherewithal to live;

longg to wipe each tear, to heal each groan,

yet freent all unheeded his own

but honest