[Verse Fragments] Gratitude The Joy that trembles in her eye She bows her meek & humble head [...] in silent praise [...] beyond the power of Sound. (Mr Pope dead) [...] and smart beneath the visionary scourge ---'tis Ridicule & not reproach that wounds Their vanity & not their conscience feels [...] A few shall [...] The cadence of my song repeat & hail thee in my words. 