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Thus God & nature link'd the gen'ral frame And bade [[underline]] self Love, & social be [[/underline]] the same. Beattie's Hermit -- At the close of the day when the hamlet is still And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill And nought but the Nightingale's song in the grove 'Twas then by the cave of a Mountain reclin'd A Hermit his nightly complaint thus began Tho' mournful his voice, his Heart was resign'd He thought as a Sage, but he felt as a Man. --- Ah why thus abandon'd to mourning & woe Lovely Philomel why flows thy sad strain For the Spring shall return, & a lover bestow And thy bosom no trace of dejection retain But if pity inspire thee ah cease not the lay Mourn sweetest complainer man calls thee to mourn Ah soothe him whose pleasures like thine pass away Full swiftly they pass -- but they never return. -- Now gliding remote on the verge of the sky The moon half extinct her wan crescent displays,
