Bp. Richard Hurd

Robert Potter, in "Retirement, An Epistle. To the Rev. Dr. Hurd" Poems (1774) 15-16.

Too just to flatter, and too brave to lye,
From such a world the Sons of Virtue fly:
Yet, bless'd with innocence, how few can find
What to supply the mighty void of mind!
Becalm'd, and wanting oars, they ask the gale
Of others' breath to swell the flagging sail;
Or, without pilot their light bark to guide,
Float at the mercy of each varying tide.

O teach us, for you know, to be alone,
And all th' advantage of retirement own!
Let us that greatest blessing learn of you,
To view ourselves, nor tremble at the view.
And let me bless you; for your friendly care
Remov'd me from the world, and plac'd me here;
And taught me, in the boiling heat of youth,
To hear the voice of reason and of truth;
Willing your friend that happiness shou'd find,
Which guilds your shades, and calms your spotless mind.