In The Blank Leaf Of Lord Lyttelton'S Works.

IN THE BLANK LEAF OF LORD LYTTELTON'S WORKS.

'Tis thine, great Lyttelton, to raise the soul, And every low idea to controul; To form the manners, to enrich the mind, To guide each passion, and to read mankind: The rude, the unreform'd by thee are taught To dress expression, and refine the thought; To act with dignity, converse with ease, And teach that happy art — the way to please: To human kind thy genius sure was given, A bounteous blessing from indulgent Heaven: Tho' now in darkness death thine eye hath clos'd, Thy sacred relics in yon tomb repos'd, Enlightened ignorance shall bless thy name, The yet unborn immortalize thy fame.