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Mafon 227 Gray 231 Serward 237
O R, THE
PROGRESS OF GENIUS.
THE FIRST BOOK.
H! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple fhinesafar!
Ah! who can tell how many a foul fublime
In life's low vale remote has pined alone,
And yet, the languor of inglorious days,
Him who ne'er liften'd to the voice of praife,
The filence of neglect can ne'er appal.
Wou'd fhrink to hear th' obftreperous trump of Fame;
Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had He, whofe fimple tale thefe artless lines proclaim.