TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE DUKE OF BRIDGEWATER, MDCCXLVIII. BY THE SAME. PAtient to hear, and bounteous to bestow; A mind that melted at another's woe; Studious to act the self-approving part, That midnight music of the honest heart; These silent joys th' illustrious youth possest, This cloudless sunshine of th' unsullied breast: From pride of peerage, and from folly free; Life's early morn fair Virtue gave to thee. The tear no longer stole from Sorrow's eye, And Poverty rejoic'd, when he was nigh; Like Titus, knew the value of a day, And Want went smiling from his gates away. Titles and rank are borrow'd from the throne: These honours, Egerton, were all thy own.