George Lyttelton

Carthusianus, "On Lord Lyttelton" Lloyd's Evening Post (29 September 1773) 308.

Indu'd with Learning, and a lively Mind,
Of Manners gentle, and of Wit refin'd,
Untaught from Virtue's rugged path to stray,
And tread unhallow'd Vice's flow'ry way;
He lenient soften'd Mis'ry's dreary pow'r,
He gently sooth'd, and calm'd each tortur'd hour,
Not as the flutt'ring insects of a day,
Which in the Sun-beams of our Fortune play.
In wintry blasts the treach'rous tribe are gone,
And leave mankind deserted and alone.
In Passion mild, in Converse ever bright,
The guiding Star, and wand'ring Seaman's light.
Through Study's arduous path pursu'd Renown,
And deep read Science mark'd him for her own.
His Thoughts most pure, his ev'ry Action just,
Which sweetly smell, and blossom in the Dust,
The Tyrant's cruel dart inur'd to Woe,
Unmov'd he saw, unmov'd he felt the blow;
Nor once the Hero wept, nor once he sigh'd,
But as he liv'd in Peace, he calmly dy'd;
Yet dying to the wicked warning gave,
By virtuous deeds to tame the yawning grave.
Truth in his Heart, Persuasion in his Tongue,
From Pleasure baneful charm'd the list'ning throng;
Unravell'd mistic Errors mazy road,
And led the thoughtless mind from Vice to God;
As some fair Star emits a fulgent light,
And falling downward falls, with glimm'ring ray,
Directs the weary'd Trav'ller's lonely way;
Attends his step, explores each latent rock,
And guards his tender feet from Danger's shock;
Conducts him safe by various ills opprest,
Through deserts wild to Happiness and Rest.