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Should sloth's unkindly fogs depress to eartk.
Her tender blossom; choak the streams ot life,.
And blast her spring! Far otherwise design'd
Almighty Wisdom; 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 y the fond attentive gaze
Of young astonishment; the sober zeai
Of age, commenting on prodigious things.
For such the bounteous providence of heav'n,
In every breast implanting this desire
Of objects new and strange, to wge 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 foreigB»climes to rove; the pensive sage
Heedless of sleep, or midnight's harmful damp,
Hangs o'er the sickly taper; aud untir'd'
The virgin follows, with enchanted step,
The mazes of some wild and wond'rou.s tale,.
From morn to eve; unmindful of her form*
Unmindful of the happy dress that stele
The wishes of the youth, when every maid
With envy pin'd. Hence finally by night 'i
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 him who robb'd the widow, and devour'd
The orphan's portion; of unquiet souls
Fiis'n from the grave to ease the heavy ghilt
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, aad congeal'd
With shiv'ring sighs: till eager for th' event,,
Around the beldame all erect they hang, .
Each trembling heart with grateful terrors quell'd.
The Pain arising from Vietoous Emotions attended with P L E As U R E .
-behold the ways
Of heav'n's eternal destiny to man,
For ever just, benevolent and wise:
That Virtue's awfal steps, howe'er pursu'd9
By vexing fortune and intrusive Pain,
Should ever be divided from her chaste,
Her fair attendant, Pleasure. Need I urge
Thy tardy thought through all the various round
Of this existence, that thy soft'ning soul
At length may learn what energy the hand
Of virtue mingles 'm the bitter tide
Of passion swelling with distress and pain,
To mitigate the sharp with gracious drops
Of cordial pleasure r Ask the faithful youth,.
While the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd
So often fills his.arms; so often draws
His lonely footsteps at the silent hour,
To pay the mournful tribute of his tears?
0! he will tell thee, that the wealth of woilds
Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego
That sacred hour, when stealing from the noise
Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes
With virtue's kindest looks his achkig breast,
And turns his tears to rapture !—Ask the crowd'
Which flies impatient from the village walk
Toclimb~the neighb'ring cliffs, when far below
The cruel winds have hurl'd upon the coast
Some helpless bark ; while sacred pity melts
The gen'ral eye, or terror's icy hand
Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair;
While ever/ mother closer to her breast
Catches her child, and pointing where the waves
Foam thro' the shatter'd vessel, shriek; aloud,
As one poor wretch that spreads his piteous arms
For succour, swaHow'd by the roaring surge,
As now another, dash'd against the rock,"
Drops lifeless down: O deemest thou indeed
No kind endearment here by nature giv'n
To mutual terror and ceropassion's tears I
No sweetly-melting softness which attracts,
Starts from thine eye, and thy extended arm
In fancy hurls the thunderbolt of Jove
To fire the impious wreath on Philip's .brow,
Or dash Octavius from the trophied car;—
Say, does thy secret soul repine to taste
The big distress? Or would'st thou then exchange
Those heart-ennobling sorrows, for the lot
Of him who sits amid the gaudy herd
Of mute barbarians bending to his nod,
And bears aloft his gold-invested front,
And says within himself, " I am a king,
"And wherefore should the clam'rous voice of woe
"Intrude upon mine ear ?"—The baleful dregs
Of these late ages, this inglorious draught
Of servitude and folly, have not yet,
Blest be.th' eternal Ruler of the world!
Defil'd to such a depth of sordid shame
The native honours of the human soul,
Nor so effac'd the image of its sire.
Begin with gentle toils; and, as your nerve*
Of fatal woes; a cough that.foams with blood,
Lk.ssons of Wisdom.
How to live happiest; how avoid the pains,
Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life, .
* The inflammation of the lungj.