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Should sloth's unkindly fogs depress to earth Her tender blossom; choak the streams of life, And blast her spring! Far otherwise design'd Almighty Wiscom; nature's happy cares Th' obedient heart far otherwise incline. Witness the sprightly joy when aught unknown Strikes the quick sense, and wakes each active pow'r To brisker measures : witness the neglect Of all familiar prospects, tho' beheld With transport once ; the fond attentive gaze Of young astonishment; the sober zeal Of age, commenting on prodigious things. For such the bounteous providence of heay'n, In every breast implanting this desire Of objects new and strange, to urge us on With unremitted labour to pursue Those sacred stores that wait the ripening soul, In truth's exhaustless bosom. What need words. To paint its pow'r? For this, the daring youth Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms, In foreignrclimes to rove; the pensive sage Heedless of sleep, or midnight's harmful damp, Hangs o'er the sickly taper; and untir'd The virgin follows, with enchanted step, The mazes of some wild and wond'rous tale, From morn to eve; uomindful of her form, Unmindful of the happy dress that stole The wishes of the youth, when every maid With envy pin'd. Hence finally by night The village-matron, round the blazing hearth, Suspends the infant audience with her tales, Breathing astonishment! of witching rhimes, And evil spirits; of the death-bed' call. Of hina who robb’d the widow, and devour'd The orphan's portion ; of unquiet souls Ris'n from the grave to ease the heavy guilt Of deeds in life conceal'd; of shapes that walk At dead of night, and clank their chains, and wave The torch of hell around the murd'rer's bed. At ev'ry solemn pause the crowd recoil Gazing each other speechless, and congeald With shiv'ring sighs : till eager for th' event, Around the beldame all erect they hang,, Each tren bling heart with grateful terrors quell'da
The Pain arising from Virtuous EMOTIONS
attended with PLEASURE,
BEHOLD the ways.
Thy tardy thonght through all the various round
No sweetly-melting softness which attracts, V'er all that edge of pain, the social pow'rs To this their proper action and their end ? ', Ask thy own heart; when, at the midnight hour, Slow thro' that studious gloom thy pausing eye, Led by the glimm’ring taper, moves around in 'n The sacred volumes of the dead, the songs Of Grecian bards, and records writ by fame For Grecian heroes, where the present pow'r Of heav'n and earth surveys th’immortal page, E'en as a father blessing, while he reads The praises of his son ; if then thy soul, Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days, Mix in their deeds, and kindle with their flame; Say, when the prospect blackens on thy view, When, rooted from the base, heroic states Mourn in the dust, and tremble at the frown Of curst ambition ; — when the pious band Of youths that fought for freedom and their sires Lie side by side in gore ; ----when ruffian pride Usurps the throne of justice, turns the pomp Of public pow'r, the majesty of rule, The sword, the laurel, and the purple robe, To slavish empty pageants, to adorn A tyrant's walk, and glitter in the eyes Of such as bow the knee; when honour'd urns. · Of patriots and of chiefs, the awful bust And storied arch, to glut the coward rage Of regal envy, strew the public way With hallow'd ruins ;-when the muse's haunt, The marble porch, where wisdom, wont to talk With Socrates or Tully, hears no more, Save the hoarse jargon of contentious monks, Or female superstition's midnight pray'r ;When ruthless Rapine from the hand of Time * Tears the destroying scythe, with surer blow, To sweep the works of glory from their base; Till Desolation o'er the grass-grown street Expands his raven wings, od up the wall, Where senates once the pride of monarchs doom'd, Hisses the gliding snake thro' hoary weeds That clasp the mould'ring column ;-- thus defaced Thus widely mournful, when the prospect thrills Thy beating bosom, when the patriot's tear
Starts from thine eye, and thy extended arm
On EXERCIS E.
BEGIN with gentle toils; and, as your nerves
Of fatal woes; a cough that foams with bloocis
LESSONS OF WISDOM.
(ARMSTRONG.) How to live happiest; how avoid the pains, i The disappointments, and disgusts of those Who would in pleasure all their hours employ'; The precepts here of a divine old man I could recite. Though old he still vetain'd His manly sense, and energy of mind. Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe ; He still remember'd that he once was young; His easy presence check'd no decent joy. Him even the dissolute admir'd; for he A graceful looseness when he pleas'd put on, And laughing could instruct. Much had lie read, Much more had seen; he studied froin the life, And in th' original perus'd mankind.
Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life, He pitied man: and much lie pitied those Whom falsely-smiling fate has curs'd with means To dissipate their days in quest of joy. Our aim is Happiness ; 'tis yours, 'tis mine; He said, 'tis the pursuit of all that live; Yet few attain it, iftwas e'er attain'd. But they the widest wander from the mark, Who thro' tbe flow’ry paths of saunt'ring joy Seek this coy Goddess; that from stage to stage Invites us still, but shifts as we pursue: For, not to name the pains that pleasure brings To counterpoise itself, relentless Fate Forbids that we through gay voluptuous wilds Should ever roam: And were the Fates more kind, Our narrow luxuries would soon be stale. Were these exhaustless, Nature would grow sick, And cloy'd with pleasure, squeamishly complain That all was vanity, and life a dream. Let nature rest : be busy for yourself, And for your friend; be busy even in vain, Rather than tcaze her sated appetites.
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