To the Honourable Mrs. Percival, on her desisting from the Bermudan Project. Constantia Grierson (née Crawley) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42622 519 p. 45 Barber, Mary, ca. 1690-1757. Poems on Several Occasions [poems only]. London Printed for C. Rivington, at the Bible and Crown in St. Paul's Church-Yard 1734 pp. 138-139. xlviii,283,[7]p.; 8⁰.

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To the Honourable Mrs. Percival , on her desisting from the Bermudan Project . By Mrs. Grierson . Some Guardian Pow'rs , in Pity to our Land , Your Voyage to the Summer-Isles withstand . Heav'n will by other Means convert the West ; And you must make your native Country blest : Your Business there was but to serve Mankind ; And here , for that , an ample Field you'll find ; To Virtue , here , may thoughtless Souls persuade , Inftruct the Ignorant , the Wretched aid : Of these no Realm , from Lapland to Japan , Displays such Numbers , as Hibernia can . Haste then , O haste ! return , and bless our Eyes , Nor more the Call of Providence despise : Let others still near Albion's Court reside , Who sacrifice their Country to their Pride , And squander vast Estates at Balls and Play , While public Debts increase , and Funds decay ; While the starv'd Hind with Want distracted lives , Nor tastes that Plenty , which his Labour gives . Let those alone to foreign Countries stray , Who , with their Wealth , their Follies take away . Whatever such may act , where-e'er they go , Do thou return , to mitigate our Woe . Our Gold may flow to Albion with each Tide ; But let them with that Gold be satisfy'd : The Want of that , we long have learnt to bear ; But Souls like thine accomplish'd , cannot spate .