Let rich and poor, on whom are now And while his gracious name we praise In that blest prayer our Lord did frame, For grace he bids us first implore, We say, "Thy will be done," before INSCRIPTION IN A BEAUTIFUL RETREAT, CALLED FAIRY BOWER. AIRY spirits, you who love Babbling echo, or the tale If you love a verdant glade, Come, and wander ev'ry night, Brush the silver dews away. Mark where first the daisies blow, Where the largest acorn lies, Come, and mark within what bush Come, and watch the hallow'd bow'r, Gentle souls and fairies please. Mortals! form'd of grosser clay, Folly's minion, fashion's fool, Son of av❜rice, soul of frost, Wretch of heav'n abhorr'd the most, Learn to pity others' wants, Or avoid these hallow'd haunts. Eye unconscious of a tear, But ye darling sons of heav'n, |