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Come then my freind! my genius! come along Oh master of the poet, of the Song, And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends To Man's low passions, or their glorious ends Teach me like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise; Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay from lively to severe. Correct with spirit eloquent with ease Intent to reason, or polite to please. Oh while along the stream of time thy name Expanded flies, & gathers all its fame Say shall my little bark attendant sail Pursue the triumph, & partake the gale? When statesmen, heroes, kings in dust repose Whose Sons shall blush, their fathers were thy foes Shall then this verse to future age pretend Thou wert my guide, philosopher & freind? That urg'd by thee, I turn'd the tuneful art From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;