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BORN 1707.—Died 1788.
NATHANIEL Cotton was a physician, who paid particular attention to the subject of mental disorders; and kept a receptacle for insane patients at St. Albans. Cowper was for some time under his care,
Dear Cloe, while the busy crowd,
In folly's maze advance;
Nor join the giddy dance.
From the gay world we'll oft retire
Where love our hours employs ;
To spoil our heartfelt joys.
If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam ;
And that dear hut our home. /
Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
That safe retreat, the ark;
Explor'd the sacred bark.
Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers,
By sweet experience know,
A paradise below.
Our babes shall richest comforts bring;
Whence pleasures ever rise :
And train them for the skies.
While they our wisest hours engage,
And crown our hoary hairs ; They'll grow in virtúe every day, And they our fondest loves repay,
And recompense our cares.
No borrow'd joys! they're all our own, While to the world we live unknown,
Or by the world forgot : Monarchs ! we envy not your state, We look with pity on the great,
And bless our humble lot.
Our portion is not large, indeed,
For nature's calls are few !
And make that little do.
We'll therefore relish with content,
Nor aim beyond our power; For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour..
To be resign'd when ills betide,
And pleas'd with favours given ;
Dear Cloe, this is wisdom's part,
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
We'll ask no long.protracted treat,
But, when our feast is o'er,
The relics of our store.
Thus hand in hand through life we'll go; Its checker'd paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble, or a fear,
And mingle with the dead.
While conscience, like a faithful friend,
And cheer our dying breath;
And smooth the bed of death.
Or this American poet I am sorry to be able to give the British reader no account. I believe his personal history is as little known as his poetry on this side of the Atlantic..
DEATH OF IRAD, AND LAMENTATION OF SELIMA
OVER HIS BODY.
FROM HIS CONQUEST OF CANAAN, BOOK V.
LOND. REPRINTED 1788. .
Mid countless warriors Irad’s limbs were spread,
But now th' approaching clarions' dreadful sound, Denounces fight, and shakes the banner'd ground.