CONCLUDING LINES OF PRIZE POEM ON HOPE.
[Before October, 1772.]
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But, above all, the Poet owns thy powers—
Hope leads him on, and every fear devours;
He writes, and, unsuccessful, writes again,
Nor thinks the last laborious work in vain;
New schemes he forms, and various plots he tries
To win the laurel, and possess the Prize.