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Bending beneath all Sufferings — But Thy Own!<br />
In Vain —<br />
My feeble Wing disclaims the lofty Flight<br />
Conscious of Strength inferior. Ha! Why droops<br />
The Lilly of the Field, while double Pollen<br />
New die’s her languid Head? Why starts the Rose<br />
and sends fresh Crimson forth through all her Leaves<br />
Vainly Ye strive to emulate Her Form,<br />
Tho’ Heaven its Magazines of silver’d Rain<br />
Sent to Thy Aid, O Lilly. Tho’, O Rose,<br />
The Rainbow’s Blush were added to Thy Own.<br />
The Dog 131<br />
Thee, Sister, gladly would my Verse provoke,<br />
Nor other Meed expect I, than to wake<br />
Thy Strain melodious; while without or Rhyme<br />
Or haply Reason, unexperienc’d Lays,<br />
And unapprov’d, unless when sung by Thee,<br />
Audacious I attempt, and rise to sing<br />
A Dog; if Dog aright he may be term’d,<br />
Who scarcely more in Shape, I ween, resembles<br />
The vulgar barking Animals on Earth,<br />
Than Sirius or than Procyon, heav’nly Stars.<br />
Say first, whoe’er can say, what Sire begot,<br />
What Clime produced, this admirable Form,<br />
Uncouth, Prodigious; Lately curst, but now<br />
Thrice blest! the Subject of Heroick Song?<br />
131 Samuel Wesley Jr., ms.; cf. Poems on Several Occasions (London: S. Birt, 1736), 148.<br />
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