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PO EM S.
By SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ.
A NEW EDITION.
PRINTED BY THOMAS BENSLEY,
FOR T, CADELL, JUN. AND W. DAVIES,
IN THE STRAND.
Os could my Mind, unfolded in my page,
To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart,
And bid the tear of emulation start!
Oh could it still, thro' each succeeding year,
My life, my manners, and my name endear;
And, when the poet sleeps in silent dust,
Still hold communion with the wise and just!
Yet should this Verse, my leisure's best resource,
When thro' the world it steals its secret course,
Revive but once a generous wish supprest,
Chase but a sigh, or charm a care to rest;
In one good deed a fleeting hour employ,
Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy;
Blest were my lines, tho' limited their sphere,
Tho' short their daté, as his who trac'd them here.