To Lord Bolingbroke,Writ on a Blank Leaf of a Poem, Which Was Sent Him, by the Author
Go, Thought's lost child , born dark, beneath wit's pole ,
Seek the ray'd track , to taste's departed soul:
Awfully conscious, dare the depths invade,
Where silent S T . John suns his pensive shade:
There, if he smiles — 'tis whole mankind's assent;
Scorn the short world, thou leav'st, and die, content .
Seek the ray'd track , to taste's departed soul:
Awfully conscious, dare the depths invade,
Where silent S T . John suns his pensive shade:
There, if he smiles — 'tis whole mankind's assent;
Scorn the short world, thou leav'st, and die, content .
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