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Such feeling thoughts in thy great bosom roll, As in Altemade's exalted soul, Who big with pity from the certain course, Thro' foaming billows urg'd his gen'rous horse, Twice seven he sav'd from Boreas' deadly blast, Then with heroic glory breath'd his last.

So thou from Death full many a wretch did'st free, On ruinous Misery's o'erwhelming sea.

Cou'd I like Mason captivate the heart, With all the magic of poetic art, Then wou'd I fondly celebrate thy same, And next to Hayley's place thy splendid name.