To Captain Gibbons, on Mr. Dryden's Death

Oh ! Shepherd, now exert thy Charming Lays,
Condole our Loss and sing Neander's Praise,
Th' expecting World demands this Task from you,
And sacred Friendship claims it as her Due.
Let Grief unfeign'd the Muses Skill excite,
Let tuneful Gibbons condescend to write:
He best the mighty Task can undergo,
Do Justice to the Bard, and calm the Nation's Wo.
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