At Fancy's call who rear the wanton fail, 475 And pour a moral transport o'er the heart. 481 And, like a Meteor, while we gaze, expires: Burns clear and conftant, like the fource of day: Feeds, warms, infpirits, and exalts the mind; 490 Mildly dispels each wint'ry Paffion's gloom, all the Virtues into bloom. And opens This Praise, immortal POPE, to thee be giv'n: Did FRIENDSHIP e'er mislead thy wand'ring Muse? That Friendship sure may plead the great excuse: That facred Friendship which inspir'd thy Song, Fair in defect, and amiably wrong. Error like this ev'n Truth can fcarce reprové; 'Tis almost Virtue when it flows from Love. Ye deathless Names, ye Sons of endless praise, By Virtue crown'd with never-fading bays! 506 Say, shall an artless Mufe, if you inspire, Light her pale lamp at your immortal fire? Or if, O WARBURTON, infpir'd by You, The daring Mufe a nobler path pursue, By You infpir'd, on trembling pinion foar, The facred founts of focial bliss explore, In her bold numbers chain the Tyrant's rage, And bid her Country's Glory fire her page: 510 If fuch her fate, do thou, fair Truth, defcend, 515 And watchful guard her in an honeft end: Kindly fevere, inftruct her equal line To court no Friend, nor own a Foe but thine, Thy facred paths, to run the maze of wit; 520 If her apoftate heart should e'er incline |