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est spirit Sunk in Elysium, peaceful mansion of shades That spot t' revisit, where infancy In dreams aerial, play'd 'round my brows. Then may death's smirking genius, of a sudden, Extinguish life's taper, well pleas'd I'll hasten To Xenophon and Plato's musing shade And to Anacreon's myrtle tufted bow'r. _Lit. Museum, or Mo. Mag._, p. 47, Jan. 1797, West-Chester. [F. Matthisson, _Wunsch an Salis_. "Noch einmal moecht' ich, eh in die Schattenwelt...."] BENEVOLENCE. A FABLE. Imitated from the German of Gellert. O'er Howard's tomb soft Pity weeps, Bewailing still her favourite's fate; And thence the Muse invokes her aid Of kindred merit to relate. Like him to sympathize with woe, Like him to heal the broken mind; And rear Affliction's drooping head, Belinda's generous soul inclin'd. But want of fortune oft, too oft, Her charitable views withstood; For what, alas! avails the will, Without the power of doing good? Her uncle dies and leaves his niece A clear two thousand pounds per ann. "Ah! now," she cries, "I'm blest indeed, "I'll help the poor where'er I can." Scarce had she spoke, when, at her door An old decrepid wretch appears; Bent on his crutch he begs an alms, And moves her pity with his tears. Belinda felt for his distress, She heav'd a sigh and shook her head; Then to this aged son of woe Stretch'd forth a--crust of mouldy bread. _Amer. Universal Mag._, I-28, Jan. 2, 1797, Phila. [C. F. Gellert, _Die Gutthat_.] PRO PATRIA MORI From the German of Buerger. For virtue, freedom, human rights, to fall, Beseems the brave: it is a Saviour's death. Of heroes only the most pure of all, Thus with their heart's blood tinge the battle-heath. And this proud death is seemliest in the man Who for a kindred race, a country bleeds: Three hundred Spartans from the shining van Of those, whom fame in this high triumph leads. Great is the death for a good prince incurr'd; Who wields the sceptre with benignant hand: Well may for him the noble bare his sword, Falling he earns the blessings of a land. Death for a friend, parent,
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