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Where is thy blis3~thy fame-thy mysteries where?
-Thee while I follow, Time already, see, Has touch'd with blighting hand my auburn hair,
And smiles contemptuous when I point to thee.
-Oh carol as thou gocst, thou village hind !
And whistle, as thou break’st the furrow'd plain ; Gay is thy heart, for vacant is thy mind,
Not thine the thoughts that labouring mourn in vain.
Ye, too, who sport in pleasure's rosy ray,
Who mock the student, and his griefs despise, To me all maniac seem'd your frolics gay;
Yet blest your madness, and your folly wise.
Can learning's toil th' eternal cause reveal,
Say, why thus mix'd our virtues and our doom, Teach, what the powers within that think and feel,
Or tell the shuddering secrets of the tomb ?
These splendid wonders, and these mysteries high,
Are these for reasoning man too poor a theme? Can helpless nature cast on these her eye,
And long not, sigh not, for a brighter beam ?
Ye glittering stars, that while to heaven I raise
My thoughts, in wilder'd musings lost--destroy'dYe glittering stars, that meet my lonely gaze,
In careless grandeur scatter'd o'er the void ;
Ye Worlds on Worlds, that silent and serene,
Scem nought of trouble or of pain to know; Ohdwells there aught within your distant scene, Aught that can think and feel, like man below?
Ye spirits that secure from earthly woes,
Far thro'yon azure realms in rapture speed ; Or soar where fuil the living glory flows,
And hymn at hear'n's high throne th'ccstatic meed;
By heaven's own influence blest, inform’d, inspir'u,
On human reasonings darkened and forlorn, On minds, like mine, by endless mazes tir’d, Oh look ye down in pity or in scorn ?
Eternal ternal Being ; thou that 'midst the blaze
Of seraph hosts-what sudden tremors chill? Oh! lift not up, my soul, thy venturous gaze,
Down-sink into thyself—be mute--be still.
From the Same.
D That strews with yellow leaves the moistened plain ; Here, where the green path wiods, ah Wisdom ! here,
Did once my daring lyre to thee complain.
Soft was the midnight air that sooth'd my frame,
In thought severe had pass'd the studious day: Cold paus'd the spirits, and th' ethereal flame
In dim and languid musings died away.
Calm, silent, all--I seemed with step forlorn
Singly to wander on a desert world ;
That wide had now his reddening clouds unfurl'd.
Returning seasons since have pass'd away;
Oft has the spring with violets deck'd the vale, The bee oft humm'd along the summer day,
And the lake darken’d in the wintry gale.
In youth's bright morn how boldly on the mind,
Rise the wild forms of thought in colours new; 'Tis Time, and Time alonc, whose skill refin'd
The picture slowly gives to nature true.
Thee, Wisdom, could I chide, thy gifts decry?
Turn from thy bliss by restless ardor fired ? --How like these idle leaves that withered lic,
Seem now the fancies that my soul inspired !
Who smile at fortune, and who conquer pain ?
Whose is the world in fame's bright visions shewn? Who wake th’ unconscious mind, the barren plain,
And wield great nature's strength from reason's throne ?
If thy blest votaries mourn, oh where shall end
Man's wayward sorrows, and his wishes blind; If from thy sacred paths his steps he bend,
What rest, wbat refuge shall his wanderings find.
Not like the sage my daring mind I wing
Aloft to bear the ensigas of th v power;
To bless the silence of my lonely hoor.
Come, to my chasten'd mind thy realms reveal,
(The glimmering path, the thoray maze I leare) Calm realms, where life a modest bliss may steal,
Nor reason toil in vain nor hope deccive.
Scare thou the finer dreams that idly please;
Oh let not studious pride its strength abuse, Nor lofty indolence in selfish ease,
In passive thought, the golden moments lose.
When roams the mind to worlds in darkness closed,
When sinks the bumbled heart, and sighs to thee; Tell thou of manly faith on God reposed,
And hope shall picture what thon can'st pot see.
From the Same.
She gives my thoughts eternal wing;
Ob! never gave ye such a treasure,
Be Folly mine-and all her pleasure.
A world whicb no kind sun could warm,
No sweet to please bo toy to charm;
Where, wit, thy wbims and gay effusions,
Enchanting smiles, and dear delusions.
Did Folly never friendship blind,
How soon had love the world resign'd;
That Hymen laughs at melancholy?
If still he kept on terms with Folly.
What soldier would consent to fight,
What tar be to the bottom hurl'd, What poet sing—what scholar write,
Were Folly banish'd from the world ? Tell me whom most this goddess rules,
Is it the patients or physicians ? Whom shall we call the greatest fools,
The people or the politicians ? With charms in opera, ball, or play,
Did Folly not the scene attend, How poor the rich, how sad the gay,
Were Folly not their truest friend; How ever should we hope to find,
Pleased with itself each happy creatura, If all were wise and none were blind,
And Folly never succour'd nature. For once be wise, ye grare one's hear,
Why need I more my theme pursue, If all alike such fools appear,
Let me with smiles be pardon'd too; Wisdom you love and so do Im
Am no derider-no despiser, But I of fools the grave ones fly,
And think the merry fools the wiser.
EPIGRAM ON A DOMESTIC ARRANGEMENT.
From Travelling Recreations,
BY W. PARSONS.
TOHN calls his wife his better half,
But half of her he has, 'tis true;
Thiok John's the worst half of the two!
ON A PURSE PROUD INSOLENT MAN, WHO HAD MADE
A LARGE FORTUNE IN THE EAST INDIES.
DOMPOSO still boasts of his lacks of rupees :
I When he swaggers with airs of importance, 'tis fit, Other lacks be allowed him in union with these,
Yast lacks of good-breeding, discernment and wit !
ON THE ORIGIN OF EVIL i
From the Same. :
U And all its strange contents had birth,
For this, the learn'd of diff'rent nations
But I, whate'er may be their boast,
In these sad times a modern sioner,
So pass'd their days, in full delight,
Scarce had they gratified their sense
* The Apostle Paul mentions the third heaven ; but how the Syrians discovered a fourth the author is not informed.