LYRIC ADDRESS TO DR. JENNER.

1 Rejoice, rejoice, Humanity! The fell, destructive, sore Disease, The pest of ages, now can be, Repell'd with safety and with ease. 2 He well deserves his Country's Meed, By whom the peerless blessing came; And thousands from destruction freed, Shall raptur'd speak of JENNER'S name. 3 Yes, JENNER'S vigilance is crown'd; A sovereign antidote is given: The Blessing flows the Nations round; Free he diffus'd the gift of Heaven. 4 So well approv'd it's sure effect, To turn aside the' impending harm; And shall parental Love neglect To minister the precious balm? 5 Oh! no; beware of dire Delay, Ye, who caress your Infants dear: Defer it not from day to day, From month to month, from year to year: 6 Lest you, like me, too late lament, Your Life bereft of all it's joy; Clasp now the Gift so kindly sent, Lest you behold your dying Boy! 7 Lest you see with trembling Fear, With inexpressible Distress; The purple spots of Death appear, To blast your Hopes and Happiness: 8 Lest your keenest grief to wake, Like mine your suffering prattler say, 'Go, bid my Father come and take 'These frightful Spots and Sores away.' 9 Quickly from such fears be free: Oh! there is Danger in Delay! Say not to-morrow it shall be: ... To-morrow! no; to-day, to-day. 10 Embrace the Blessing Heaven hath sent; So shall you ne'er such pangs endure: Oh! give a Trifle to prevent, What you would give a World to cure.