George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)Crabbe, George
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George Crabbe: Poems, Volume 1 (of 3)
Crabbe, George
English poetry
_Martial_ [Lib. v. Epigr. xliii.].
Nil negat, et sese vel non poscentibus offert.
_Claudian_ [_in Eutrop._ Lib. i. v. 365].
Decipias alios verbis voltuque benigno;
Nam mihi jam notus dissimulator eris.
_Martial_ [Lib. iv. Epigr. lxxxix.].
Christian Charity anxious to provide for future as well as present
Miseries--Hence the Hospital for the Diseased--Description of a
recovered Patient--The Building: how erected--The Patrons and
Governors--Eusebius--The more active Manager of Business a moral
and correct Contributor--One of different Description--Good the
Result, however intermixed with Imperfection.
LETTER XVII.
_THE HOSPITAL AND GOVERNORS._
An ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,
The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;
'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,
That we the wants of pleading man supply;
That we in sympathy with sufferers feel,
Nor hear a grief without a wish to heal.
Not these suffice--to sickness, pain, and wo,
The Christian spirit loves with aid to go;
Will not be sought, waits not for want to plead,
But seeks the duty--nay, prevents the need; 10
Her utmost aid to every ill applies,
And plans relief for coming miseries.
Hence yonder building rose: on either side
Far stretch'd the wards, all airy, warm, and wide;
And every ward has beds by comfort spread,
And smooth'd for him who suffers on the bed.
There have all kindness, most relief--for some
Is cure complete--it is the sufferer's home:
Fevers and chronic ills, corroding pains,
Each accidental mischief man sustains; 20
Fractures and wounds, and wither'd limbs and lame,
With all that, slow or sudden, vex our frame,
Have here attendance--here the sufferers lie }
(Where love and science every aid apply), }
And heal'd with rapture live, or soothed by comfort die. }
See one relieved from anguish, and to-day
Allow'd to walk and look an hour away;
Two months confined by fever, frenzy, pain,
He comes abroad and is himself again:
'Twas in the spring, when carried to the place, 30
The snow fell down and melted in his face.
'Tis summer now; all objects gay and new;
Smiling alike the viewer and the view:
He stops as one unwilling to advance,
Without another and another glance;
With what a pure and simple joy he sees
Those sheep and cattle browzing at their ease;
Easy himself, there's nothing breathes or moves
But he would cherish--all that lives he loves:
Observing every ward as round he goes, 40
He thinks what pain, what danger they enclose;
Warm in his wish for all who suffer there,
At every view he meditates a prayer:
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