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With louder plaints, the mother spoke her woes, And blessed the cot where every pleasure rose; And kissed her thoughtless babes with many a
tear, And clasped them close, in sorrow doubly dear; While her fond husband strove to lend relief, In all the silent manliness of grief.
Even now the devastation is begun, And half the business of destruction done; Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the
sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band ! Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand.
THE BLIND BOY.
O say what is that thing called Light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy;
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night ? .
My day or night myself I make
Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake,
With me 'twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy ; Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Cibber: THE HERMIT.
Far in a wild, unknown to public view,
days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
A life so sacred, such serene repose, Seemed Heaven itself, till one suggestion rose; That Vice should triumph, Virtue, Vice obey, This sprung some doubt of Providence's sway; His hopes no more a certain prospect boast, And all the tenor of his soul is lost. So when a smooth expanse receives imprest Calm Nature's image on its watery breast, Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow, And skies beneath with answering colours glow: But if a stone the gentle sea divide, Swift ruffling circles curl on every side, And glimmering fragments of a broken Sun, Banks, trees, aud skies, in thick disorder run. To clear this doubt, to know the world by sight, To find if books, or swains, report it right,
(For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose feet came wandering o'er the nightly
The morn' was wasted in the pathless grass, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass ; But when the southern sun had warmed the
A youth came posting o'er a crossing way;
cried, “ And hail, my son," the reverend sire replied ; Words followed words, from question answer
flowed, And talk of various kind beguiled the road; Till each with other pleased, and loth to part, While in their, age they differ, join in heart. Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around. Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober grey ; Nature in silence bid the world repose ; When near the road a stately palace rose : There by the moon through ranks of trees they Whose verdure crowned their sloping sides of
grass. It chanced the noble master of the dome Still made his house the wandering strangers'
home; Yet still the kindness, from a thirst of praise, Proved the vain Aourish of expensive ease. The pair arrive; the liveried servants wait : Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. The table groans with costly piles of food, And all is more than hospitably good. Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down.
At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, Along the wide canals the zephyrs play; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And shake the neighbouring wood to banish
sleep. Up rise the guests, obedient to the call; An early banquet decked the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet graced, Which the kind master forced the guests to taste. Then, pleased and thankful, from the porch they
go; And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe ; His cup was vanished ; for in secret guise The younger guest purloined the glittering prize.
As one who spies a serpent in his way, Glistening and basking in the summer ray, Disordered stops to shun the danger near,