Tho' his hand the severe rod of pow'r
Never sway'd o'er a trembling Child.
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Not anxiously careful for pelf,
Melancholic and thoughtful, his mind
Look'd inward and dwelt on itself,
Still pensive, pathetic, and kind;
Yet oft in despondency drown'd,
He from friends, and from converse would fly.
In weeping a luxury found,