Me tho' in life's sequester'd vale The Almighty sire ordain'd to dwell, Remote from glory's toilsome ways, And the great scenes of public praise; Yet let me still with grateful pride Remember how my infant frame He temper'd with prophetic flame, And early music to my tongue supply'd. 'Twas then my future fate he weigh'd, And, This be thy concern, he said, At once with Pa**ion's keen alarms, And Beauty's pleasurable charms, And sacred Truth's eternal light, To move the various mind of Man; Till under one unblemish'd plan, His Reason, Fancy, and his Heart unite.