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ADDRESSED TO HENRY GREATHEAD, ESQ. THE, INGE
NIQUS INVENTOR. 'T's night, and hark! the eastern blaft
With fury blows upon the shore ;
And angry billows madly roar!
Loud blows the wind-the billows foam-
Or fee again their much lov'd home?
Each fad foreboding proves too true ;.
See, on the rocks a fhip is cast,
See, to the rigging clings the crew!
Now prompt to bold exploit the brave :
Intent the hapless crew to save ; The wreck's approach'd-on baard are all receiv’d, Rescued from danger, and from death repriev'd. Blow on, blow on, ye ruthless winds,
And idly rage, thou troubled main, Snatch'd from your power, the sailor finds
His much-lov'd friends and home again,
Alike to Fame and Albion dear,
Whilft British tars the world revere;
Says Richard, Tom, you lie,
I ” friends.
A something to have sent you,
Than just a kind memento ;
Let time and chance determine;
Perhaps turn out a sermon. Ye'll try the world foon, my lad,
And Andrew dear, believe me, Ye'll find mankind an unco' squad,
And muckle they may grieve ye:
Ev'n when your end's attained;
Where ev'ry nerve is ftrained,
The real, harden'd wicked,
Are to a few restricked:
An' little to be trusted ;
Its rarely right adjusted !
Their fate we should na censure,
They equally may answer;
Tho' poortith hourly ftare him ;
Yet hae nae cash to spare him.
Ay free, aff han' your story tell,
When wi' a bosom crony;
Ye scarcely tell to ony.
Frae critical diffection ;
Wi' sharpen'd ny inspection.
Luxuriantly indulge it;
Tho' naething should divulge it :
The hazard of concealing; But och! it hardens a within,
And petrifies the feeling! To catch dame Fortune's golden smile,
Asliduous wait' upon her; And gather gear by ev'ry wile
That's justified by honor ; Not for to hide it in a hedge,
Nor for a train-attendant;
Of being independent.
To haud the wretch in order ;
Debar a' fide pretences ; And resolutely keep its laws,
Uncaring consequences. The great Creator to revere,
Must sure become the creature; But still the preaching cant forbear,
And ev'n the rigid feature :
Yet ne'er with wits prophane' to range,
Be complaisance extended;
For Deity offended !
Religion may be blinded ;
It may be little minded;
A conscience but a canker-
Is sure a noble anchor !
Adieu, dear, amiable youth!
Your heart can ne'er be wanting! May prudence, fortitude, and truth,
brow undaunting! In ploughman phrase; God send you speed,
Still daily to grow wiser :
Member of the modern great
Pass’d Sawney with his budget,
The tinker forc'd to trudge it.
His Lordship would parade for;