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He lives in those he left;———to what?
your, now, paternal care,
Clear from its cloud your brighten'd eye,
it will discern him there;
your, now, paternal care,
Clear from its cloud your brighten'd eye,
it will discern him there;
In features, not of form alone,
but those, I trust, of mind,
Auspicious to the public weal,
and to their fate resign'd.
but those, I trust, of mind,
Auspicious to the public weal,
and to their fate resign'd.
Think on the tempests he sustain'd;
revolve his battles won;
And let those prophesy your joy
from such a father's son:
revolve his battles won;
And let those prophesy your joy
from such a father's son:
Is consolation what you seek?
fan, then, his martial fire;
And animate to flame the sparks
bequeath'd him by his sire:
fan, then, his martial fire;
And animate to flame the sparks
bequeath'd him by his sire:
As nothing great is born in haste,
wise nature's time allow;
His father's laurels may descend,
and flourish on his brow.
wise nature's time allow;
His father's laurels may descend,
and flourish on his brow.
Nor, madam! be surpriz'd to hear
that laurels may be due
Not more to heroes of the field,
(proud boasters!) than to you:
that laurels may be due
Not more to heroes of the field,
(proud boasters!) than to you:
Tender
