2 Он OH could my Mind, unfolded in my page, Enlighten climes and mould a future age! There as it glow'd, with nobleft frenzy fraught, Dispense the treasures of exalted thought; To Virtue wake the pulfes of the heart, And bid the tear of Emulation start! Oh could it ftill, thro' each fucceeding year, My life, my manners, and my name endear; Still hold communion with the wife and juft!- |