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Who taught that heav'n-directed Spire to rise?
The Man of Ross, each lisping babe replies.
Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread!
The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread:
Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest,
The young who labour, and the old who rest.
Is any sick? the Man of Ross relieves;
Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes, and gives.
Is there a variance? enter but his door,
Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more.
Despairing Quacks with curses fled the place,
And vile Attornies, now an useless race.
"Thrice happy man! enabled to persue
"What all so wish, but want the pow'r to do.
"Oh say, what sums that gen'rous hand supply?
"What mines to swell that boundless Charity?
Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear,
This man possest—five hundred pounds a year.[1]
Blush Grandeur, blush! proud Courts withdraw your blaze.
Ye little Stars! hide your diminish'd rays.
The Man of Ross, each lisping babe replies.
Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread!
The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread:
Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest,
The young who labour, and the old who rest.
Is any sick? the Man of Ross relieves;
Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes, and gives.
Is there a variance? enter but his door,
Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more.
Despairing Quacks with curses fled the place,
And vile Attornies, now an useless race.
"Thrice happy man! enabled to persue
"What all so wish, but want the pow'r to do.
"Oh say, what sums that gen'rous hand supply?
"What mines to swell that boundless Charity?
Of debts and taxes, wife and children clear,
This man possest—five hundred pounds a year.[1]
Blush Grandeur, blush! proud Courts withdraw your blaze.
Ye little Stars! hide your diminish'd rays.
- ↑ This Person, who with no greater Estate, perform'd all these good Works, and whose true Name was almost lost (partly by having the Title of the Man of Ross given him by way of Eminence, and partly by being buried without any Inscription) was called Mr. John Kyrle: He died in the Year 1724, aged near 90, and lies buried in the Chancel oi the Church of Ross in Herefordshire.
"And
