To Sir Samuel Garth, on His Recov'ring Her Mother - Part 2
Garth's the Subject of my Song!
To Garth, our Praises all belong!
Garth, who merits all Esteem!
The Patient's Joy, the Poet's Theain:
But Oh! whose daring Pen can tell
What does our highest Praise excel,
And in a noble flowing Verse,
The Wonders of his Art rehearse?
In vain we strive, in vain press on,
To reach the dazling Height;
'Tis such a Genius as his own
Alone must do him Right;
Where Wit with brighest Lustre shines,
And Paan with Minerva joins.
To Garth, our Praises all belong!
Garth, who merits all Esteem!
The Patient's Joy, the Poet's Theain:
But Oh! whose daring Pen can tell
What does our highest Praise excel,
And in a noble flowing Verse,
The Wonders of his Art rehearse?
In vain we strive, in vain press on,
To reach the dazling Height;
'Tis such a Genius as his own
Alone must do him Right;
Where Wit with brighest Lustre shines,
And Paan with Minerva joins.
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