12/12-d, 16.

OR,

The Philanthropist.

BY THE AUTHOR OF

ANTIDOTE TO THE MISERIES OF HUMAN LIFE;
INTERESTING CONVERSATIONS, &c. &c.

Though sweeter strains pour'd from my tongue
Than saint conceiv'd, or seraph sung;
And though my glowing fancy caught
Whatever art or nature taught;

Yet if this hard, unfeeling heart of mine
Ne'er felt thy force, O Charity divine!
An empty shadow science would be found,
My knowledge ignorance, my wit a sound.

Third Edition, corrected.

H. MORE.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR WILLIAMS AND CO. STATIONERS' COURT;

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