Bled  foothcr  !  Not  that  thou  gcefl  hence  to  d,rink
A  purer  air,  and  gather  from  the  breath
Cf  bahny  Spring  new  fuccour,  to  recruit
Tliy  waning  health,  and  aid  thee  to  fuftain.
With  more  than  manly  fortitude,  thy  own
And  my  affiidbive  Trials !     Not  that  here,
Amidft  the  glories  of  this  genial  day,
Immur'd,  thro'  iron  bars  I  peep  at  Heaven,
"With  dim,  lack-ludre  eye  !-— Oh,  'tis  not  ibis
That   drives    the    poiibn'd    point   of    torturous

Thouo-ht
Deep  to  my  fpring  of  life  !    It  is  not  this
That  proflrate  lays  me  weeping  in  the  duft.
And  draws  in  fobs  the  life-blood  from  my  heart !

Well   could  I  bear  thy  Abfence :    well,   full
well ;
Tho'  Angel-comforts  in  thy  converfe  fmile.
