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"Shall Virtue's lips record, and claim
The fairest honors of thy name!
'Tis ever Nature's gen'rous view;
Great minds should noble ends pursue;
As the clear sun-beam, when most bright,
Warms, in proportion to its light.--
And RICHMOND, he! who, high in birth,
Adds the unfading rays of worth;
Who stoops, from scenes in radiance drest,
To east the mourner's aching breast;
The tale of private woe to hear,
And wipe the friendless orphan's tear!--
His bosom for the Captive bleeds,
He, Guardian of the injur'd! pleads
With all the force that Genius gives,
And warmth that but with Virtue lives;
For Virtue, with divine controul,
Collects the various powers of soul;
And lends, from her unsullied source,
The gems of thought their purest force.
(pp. 5-6, ll. 61-80)",2011-09-02 18:45:32 UTC,"""'Tis ever Nature's gen'rous view; / Great minds should noble ends pursue; / As the clear sun-beam, when most bright, / Warms, in proportion to its light.""",2011-09-02 18:45:32 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,19119,7080
"Ye noble minds! who o'er a sky
Where clouds are roll'd, and tempests fly,
Have bid the lambent lustre play
Of one pure, lovely, azure ray;
Oh, far diffuse its op'ning bloom,
And the wide hemisphere illume!
Ye, who one bitter drop have drain'd
From Slav'ry's cup, with horror stain'd;
Oh let no fatal dregs be found,
But dash her chalice on the ground:
Oh, while she links her impious chain,
And calculates the price of pain;
Weighs Agony in sordid scales,
And marks if Death, or Life prevails;
In one short moment, seals the doom
Of years, which anguish shall consume;
Decides how near the mangling scourge
May to the grave its victim urge,
Yet for awhile, with prudent care
The half-worn wretch, if useful, spare;
And speculates with skill refin'd,
How deep a wound will stab the mind;
How far the spirit can endure
Calamity, that hopes no cure;--
Ye! who can selfish cares forego,
To pity those which others know;
As Light, that from its centre strays,
To glad all Nature with its rays;
Oh! ease the pangs ye stoop to share,
And rescue millions from despair!--
(pp. 10-11, ll. 143-172)",2011-09-02 18:52:19 UTC,"""Ye! who can selfish cares forego, / To pity those which others know; / As Light, that from its centre strays, / To glad all Nature with its rays; / Oh! ease the pangs ye stoop to share, / And rescue millions from despair!""",2011-09-02 18:52:19 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,19122,7080