Thus touched, the tongue receives a sacred cure 890 900 With rash and awkward force the chords he shakes, And grins with wonder at the jar he makes; But let the wise and well-instructed hand Till, tuned at length to some immortal song, It sounds Jehovah's name, and pours his praise along. RETIREMENT. studiis florens ignobilis oti. VIRG. Georg. lib. iv. HACKNEYED in business, wearied at that oar Which thousands, once fast chained to, quit no more, All wish, or seem to wish, they could forgo; And add a smile to what was sweet before, Thus conscience pleads her cause within the breast, For heaven's high purposes, and not his own, Whose highest praise is that they live in vain, In the last scene of such a senseless play, True wisdom will attend his feeble call, And grace his action ere the curtain fall. Souls that have long despised their heavenly birth, For threescore years employed with ceaseless care If, ere we yet discern life's evening star, To serve the Sovereign we were born to obey. 20 30 40 50 His mighty work who speaks and it is done, 60 These hatched, and those resuscitated worms, |