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'Tis thus in friendship; who depend Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he On many, rarely find a friend.

sakes: A Hare, who in a civil way

Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, 1 fra Complied with ev'ry thing, like GAY, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. Was known by all the beltial train

From thort (as usual) and disturb'd repe. Who haunt the wood or graze the plain. I wake: How happy they who wake no Her care was, never to offend;

Yet that were vain, if dreams infelt the gra And ev'ry creature was her friend.

I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams As forth the went, at early dawn,

Tumultuous; where my wreck’d, despon To taste the dew.beiprinkled lawn,

thought, Behind the hears the hunter's cries,

From wave to wave of fancy'd misery And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies: At random drove, her helm of reason loft, She starts, the Itops, the pants for breath; Tho' now restord, 'tis only change of pai She hears the near advance of death;

A bitter change ; severer for severe: She doubles to mislead the hound,

The day too short for my distress! and ni And measures back her mazy round;

Evin in the zenith of her dark domain,
Till, fainting in the public way,

Is sunthine, to the colour of my fate.
Half-dead with fear the gufping lay.
What transport in her bolom grew,

172. Night. When first the Hörle appear'd in view !

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon thru Let me, says the, your back aicend,

In rayless majetty, now stretches forth And owe my fafety to a friend.

Her leaden sceptre o'er a llumb'ring worle You know my feet beiray my flight;

Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profo To friendlip ev'ry burtben's light.

Nor eye nor lift'ning ear an object finds; The Horle replied, Poor honcit Puss! Creation fleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse It grieves my heart to see the thus:

Oi life stood still, and nature made a pause Be comforted, relief is near;

An awfui pante, prophetic of her end. For all your friends are in the rear.

And let her prophecy be toon fulfillid: She next the itately Bull implor'd,

Fate! drop the curtain: I can lose no mol And thus replied the mighty lord: Since every bcati alive can tell That I fincerely with you well,

§ 173. Invocation to Silence and Darkne I may, without offence, pretend

SILENCE and Darkness! solemn sisters ! tw To take the freedom of a friend.

From ancient Night, who nurse the te Love cails me hence; a fav'rite cow

thought Expećts me near yon barley-mow;

To reason, and on reason build resolve, And when a lady's in the case,

(That column of true majefty in man) Yon know all other things give place.

Allist me: I will thank you in the grave; To leave for thus might seem unkind; The grave, your kingdom: There this f But fee, the Goat is juit behind.

thall fall The Goat remark d her pulse was ligh,

A vi&tim facred to your dreary fhrine: Her languid bead, her heavy eye ;

But what are ye? Thou who didst put to t Viy bick, luys he, may do you harm;

Primeval Silence, when the morning ftar3 The Sheep's at hind, and wool is warm.

Exulting, thouted o'er the rising ball; The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd

O Thou! whole word from solid darkness ft Hi, fides a load of wool luitaind:

That fpark, the sun; strike wildom from my Fried he was ilow, confefs d his fears;

My foul which flies to thee,her trust, her treal For hounds eat Sheep as well as Harcs.

As milers to their gold, while others reft. She now the trotting Calf addrelid,

Thro' this opaque of nature, and of foul. To live from death a friend dittreis d.

This double night, tranfinit one pitying r: Sall I, fiys he, of tinder age,

To lighten and to cheer: O lead my mind, In this important care engage?

(A mind :hat fain would wander from its v Older and abler pass d you by :

Lead it thro' various scenes of Life and De How trung are those ! how weak am I !

And from each Icene, the nobleft truths in: Should I prelume to bear you hence,

Nor less inspire my conduct, than my song Thore friends of mine may take offence.

Nor let the vial of thy vengeance, pour'd Excuse me, then. You know my heart,

On this devoted head, be pour'd in vain. But dereit friends, alas! must part. Hon hall we all lament! Adieu!

§ 174. Time. Toi, ice, the hounds are just in view.

The bell strikes one: Wetakeno note of ti

But from its loss. To give it then a tongu YOUNG'S NIGHT-THOUGHTS. Is wise in man. As if an angel spuke, $ 171. NIGHT 1. Sleep.

I feel the solemn found. If heard aright, Tirin Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! It is the knell of my departed hours; He, like the world, his ready visit pays


Wierney with the years beyond theFlood: Unkindled, unconceiv'd ; and from an eye 1:** that demands dispatch; Of tenderness, let heavenly pity fall 143 is to be done! my hopes and fears On me, more justly number'd with the dead :

za md, and o'er life's narrow verge This is the desert, this the solitude: bewon what? a fathomless abyss ; How populous! how vital, is the grave? 1:3* eternity! how surely mine! This is creation's melancholy vault, ceny belong to me,

The vale funereal, the fad cypress gloom; Lance on the bounties of an hour? The land of apparitions, empty thades;

All, all on earth is shadow, all beyond

Is substance; the reverse is folly's creed; $ 175. Mian.

How solid all, where change thall be no more! Hon pour! how rich! how abject! how

178. Life and Eternity. Late' how wonderful is Man! This is the bud of being, the dim dawn; in sonder He who made him such! Life's theatre as yet is Thut, and death,

---Jin our make such strange extremes ! Strong death alone can heave the massy bar, *** ratures marvellously mixt, This groís impediment of clay remove, Terruikte of distant worlds ! And make us embryos of existence free.

bank in being's endless chain! From real life, but little more remote Culing to the Deity!

is he, not yet a candidate for light, seal ulied, and abiorb’d! The future embryo, llumbering in his fire. je dishonour'd, ft:il divine ! Embryos we must be, till we burft the shell. ? ct greatness abfolute!

Yon ambient azure thell, and spring to life, in: aizil chid of dust! The life of gods— transport! and of man. Stiinteet infinite!

Yet man, fool man! hereburiesall histhoughts ; And I tremble at my self; Inters celestial hopes without one ligh: Eam loit! at home a stranger, Prisoner of earth, and pent beneath the moon,

te vers upand down, surpris daghast, Here pinions all his withes : wing’d by heaven 12:45 at her own: how reason reels! To fly at infinite, and reach it there, to man is man!

Where seraphs gather immortality, 1 citreis d, what joy, what dread ! On life's fair tree, falt by the throne of God. marted and alarmd ! What golden joys ambrofial clust'ring glow

ove my life, or what destroy? In his full beam, and ripen for the Juit, itinatch me from the grave; Where momentary ages are no more! y can't confine me there. Where time, and pain, and chance, and death

176. Dreams.

And is it in the flight of threescore years,
all things rise in proof : To push eternity from human thought,
i wnbs Sleep's soft dominion And smother souls immortal in the duit!

A soul immortal, 1pending all her fires,
crivai phantastic measures trod

Waling her strength in itrenuous idienesi, ***28, vi mourn d along the gloom Thrown into tumult, raptur’d, or alarm’d, Powds; os c'own the craggy lieep

Ataught this scene can threaten or indulge, A, iwum with pain the mantied Resembles ocean into tempest wrought,

To waft a feather or to drown a fly, or dinc'd on follow winds,

Where fullstlis censure? Ito'erwhelmsmyself. ot, wild natives of the brain?

How was iny heart encruited by the world! ho devious,speaks her nature

O how felf-fetter'd was my groveling foul ! toun the trodden clod;

How, like a worm, was I wrapt round and round 22,wring, unconfin'd,

In filken thought, which reptile Fancy spun, *** ker grofs companion's fall:

Till darken’d Reason lay quite clouded o'er .. paims my foul immortal: With soft conceit of endleis comfort here, s pralaims eternal day:

Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies ! - beaven husbands all events,

Our waking dreams are fatal: how I dreamt 5.11,nor sport vain dreams in vain. of things impollin!e! (could sleep do more?)

Of joys perpetual in perpetual change! Trief Lamentation over the Dead.

Of ttable pleasures on the tosling wave!

Eternal sunshine in the storms of life! *"*2 lors deplore, that are not loft? How richly were my noon-tide trances hung * wretched thought their tombs With gorgeous tapestries of pictur'd joys !

Joy behind joy, in endless perspective ! trigo are angel's there? Till at Death's toll, whose restless iron tongue Tutup in duit, ethereal fire ? Calls daily for his millions at a meal, **** tasy greatly live a life on earth Starting, i woke, and found myself undone!


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Where now my phrenfy's pompous furniture ! In this shape, or in that, has fate entailid
The cobweb'd cottage with its ragged wall The mother's throes on all of woman bort
Of inould'ring mud, is royalty to me! Not more the children, than fure heirs of
The spider's thread is cable to man's tie
On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

$180. Opprifion, Want, and Disco

War, famine, peit, volcano, storm, and § 179. Time and Deatb.

Intestine broils, oppreslion with her heart O ye blest scenes of permanent delight!

Wrapt up in triple brass, besiege mankis Full, above measure ! lasting beyond bound!

God's image, divinherited of day, Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end,

llere plung'd in mines, torgets a lun was That ghastly thought would drink up all your Are hammer'd to the galling oar for life

There beings, deathless as their haughty joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.

And plough the winter's wave, and reap de Safe are you lodg’d above these rolling ipheres, in battle lopt away, with half their limbs

Some, for hard mafiers, broken under arme The baleful influence of whose giddy (lance Sheds sad vicissitudes on all beneath.

Beg bicter bread thro' realms their valour Here teems with revolutions every hour;

If lo thc tyrant, or his minion doom ; And rarely for the better; or the belt,

Want and incurable Disease (fell pair !) More mortal than the common births of fate:

On hopeless multitudes remorfelets seize Each moment has its fickle, emulous

At once; and make a refuge of the grave Of Time's enormous scythe, whole ample sweep. What numbers groan for fad admission th

How groaning hospitals eject their dead! Strikes empires from the root; each moment plies

What numbers, once in Fortune's lap hig His little weapon in the narrower sphere

Solicit the cold hand of charity! Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down

To shock us more, solicit it in vain ! The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss.

Not Prudence can defend, or Virtue far Bliss! sublunary bliss! proud words, and vain! Disease invades the chaltest temperance; Implicit treason to divine decree!

And punishment the guiltless; and alarm A bold invasion of the rights of heaven!

Thro' thickelt hades pursues the fond of J I clasp'd the phantoms, and I found them air, Man's caution often into danger turns, O had I weighdit ere my fond embrace,

And, his guard falling, cruhes him to de What darts of agony had miss'd my heart !

Not Happiness itself makes good her nam Death! great proprietor of all ! 'Tis thine

Our very wishes gives us not our with; To tread out empire, and to quench the Itars :

How distant oft the thing we dote on mo Thelun himself by thy permission thines;

From that for which we dote, felicity! And, one da'', thou thalt pluck him from his

The smootheft course of nature has its sphere.

And truest friends, thro'error, wound o Amid fuch nighty plunder, why exhaust

Without misfortune, what calamities ! Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean?

And what hoftilities without a foe! Why thy peculiar rancour wreck'd on me?

Nor are foes wanting to the best on earti Infitiate archer! could not one suffice?

But endless is the list of human ills, Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was And fighs might sooner fail, than cause 1ain;

(horn. And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her $181. Reflcctions on vilwing a Map of the O Cynthia! why lo pale? doit thou lament A PART how (mall of the terraqueous 6 Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve, to see thy is tenanted by man! the rest a waite, wheel

Rocks, deserts, frozen leas, and burning of ceaseless change out whirl'd in human life? Wild launts of monsters, poifons, iting In ev'ry varied posture, place, and hour,

death : How widow'd every thought of every joy! Such is earth's melancholy map ! but, 'Thouehit, husy thought! too busy for my peace, More fad; this earth is a true inap of u Thro' the dark postern of time long elaps d So bounded are its haughty lord's delig Led loftly, by the stillness of the ni ht, To woe's wide empire; where deep trout Strays, wretched rover! o'er the plealing past, Loud sorrows howl; envenom'd passion In quest of wretchedness, perverlely itrays; Ravenous calamities our vitals seize, And finds all delert now; and meets the ghosts And threat'ning fate wide opens to dev Of my departed joys, a numerous train ! I rue the riches of my former fate; Sweet eomfort's blased clusters :nake me sigh:

$ 182. Sympathy. I tremble at the blessings once so dear; WHAT then am I, who forrow for myf And ev'ry pleasure puins me to the heart. In age, in infancy, from other's aid Yet why complain? or why complain for one? Is all our hope; to teach us to be kind I mourn for millions : "Tis the common lot; That, Nature's firit, last leilon to mank

eestent deserves the pain it feels; We penetrate, we prophesy in vaina
: 2412.5os forrow, while it links, exalts, Time is dealt out by particles: and each,

viosus virtue mitigates the pang. Ere mingled with the streaming sands of life, 51Tz, more than Prudence, bids me give By fate's inviolable oath is sworn

3ozeght a second channel; who divide, Deep silence, “ Where eternity begins.” maten too, the torrent of their grief.

ir tien, Oworld! thy much indebted tear : $185. Presumption of depending on To-morrow, basda:gbt is haman happiness [hour ! By Nature's law, what may be, may be now;

a whole thought can pierce beyond an There's no prerogative in human hours : porn' Fute'er thou art, whose heart exults ! In human hearts what bolder thought can rise, Wuthu I should congratulate thy fate? Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Prz wouldit; thy pride demands it from Where is to-morrow? In another world. At de pardon, what thy nature needs, [me, For numbers this is certain ; the reverse

izny cenfure of a friend : [bleft; Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps, :-* wretch! by blindness art thou This peradventure, infamous for lies, stage dandied to perpetual smiles: As on a rock of adamant we build

k?! at thy peril art thou pleas'd; Our mountain hopes; Ipin out eternal schemes, sure is the promise of thy pain. And, big with life's futurities, expire. hex, like a creditor severe, an jemand for her delay;

$ 186. Sudden Death. zaks a courge of past prosperity,

Not ev'n Philander had bespoke his shroud; 1:ang thee more, and double thy distress. Nor had he cause, a warning was deny'd.

How many fall as sudden, not as safe! I Am The bulability and Insuficiency of Human As sudden, tho' for years admonish'd home. Foys.

of human ills the last extreme beware, L?T?Fortune makes her court to thee, Beware, Lorenzo! a Now-sudden death, 1. et cances, while the fyren sings. How dreadful that deliberate surprise! 1 mp, but to secure thy joys : Be wise to-day, 'tis madness to defer;

*****it fear is facred to the storm: Next day the fatal precedent will plead !

et guard against the smiles of fate. Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life; on xndous in its frown! most sure: Procrastination is the thief of time, this tours formidable too;

Year after year it steals, till all are fled, bare trials, not rewards: And to the mercies of a moment leaves S.), not di charge from care ;

The vast concerns of an eternal scene ! 17 us, full as much as woes; It not fo frequent, would not this be strange ? "**redunduct give a jealous eye;

That 'tis so frequent, this is ftranger still. mult, and chartise her joys,

we kill them; nay invert, $187. Man's Proneness to postpone Improvement. temple mitcry, their charms: Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears we fues in civil war,

The palm, “that all men are about to live.” Latihips to resentment four'd, For ever on the brink of being born:

'De'd rise Against our peace. All pay themselves the compliment to think 3.316th ca'ls happiness; beware They, one day, shall not drivel; and their pride

that never can expire : On this reveríion takes up ready praiie; aless than an immortal base, At least, their own; their future lelves applauds;

, condemns his joy's to death. How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! mi'li tulee, Philander!'thy luft figh Time lodg'd in their own hands is folly's vails; em; the disencharted earth That lodg'd in fate's, to wisdom they consign. te; there, her giiätering towers ? All promile is poor dilatory man, (deed, = untains, where all darken’d And that thro' every stage: when young, ina ?: a dreary vale of tears! [down In full content, we sometimes nobly relt, van's dead! thou poor pale piece Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, 41, in darkness! what a change As duteous fons, our fathers were more wise: in thy darling hope fo near, [in At thirty man suspects himself a fool;

prize!) death's fubtle feed with-Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; nes miner!) working in the dark, At fifty chides his infamous delay, ** veni-concerted scheme, and beck- Pushes his prudent purpote to resolve; 2: on that rose to red, [ond in all the magnanimity of thought 22.ziell; one moment's prey! Resolves; and re-resolves: then dies the same, 1184. Man frort-fighted.

$ 188. Man insensible of bis own Mortality. moment terminates our fight; AND why! becaute he thinks himself immortal. lated to be as those on doomsday, drown All men think all men mortal, but them elves;


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Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate In act no trifle, and no blank in time. Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden This greatens, fills, immortalizes all! dread;

This, the bleft art of turning all to gold; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, This, the good heart's prerogative to raise Soonclose;where pass’d the Thaft,no trace isfound: A royal tribute, from the poorest hours. As, from the wing no scar the sky retains; Immense revenue! every moment pays. The parted wave no furrow from the keel; If nothing more than purpole in thy powe So dies in buman hearts the thought of death: Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed: Ev'n with the tender tear which nature sheds Who does the best his circumstance allows O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave. Does well, acts nobly; angels could nom Can I forget Philander? that were strange; Our outward act, indeed, admits reftruint

full heart! but thould I give it vent, 'Tis not in things o'er thought to dominee The longest niglit, tho' longer far, would fail, Guard well thy thoughts; our thougli And the lark liiten to my midnight long.

heard in heaven.

On all-important time, thro' every age, $ 189. NIGHT 1. Avarice of Time recommended. Tho'much, and warın, the wise have urg'd HE mourns the dead, who lives as they defire. Is yet unborn who duly weighs an hour. Where is that thrift, that avarice of Time, “I've lost a day”—the prince wlio nobly (Blest av’rice!) which the thought of death Had been an emperor without his crown; inspires.

He spoke, as if deputed by mankind. O time ! than gold more facred; more a load So thould all speak : fo reason speaks in al Than lead, to tools; and fools reputed wife. From the soft whispers of that god in maj What moment granted man without account? Why fly to folly, why to phrenly fly, Whatyears are squanderd, wisdom'sdebtunpaid? For rescue from the blessing we polless? Haste, hafte, he lies in wait, he's at the door, Time, the supreme !-Time is eternity; Insidious death, fhould his strong hand arrest, Pregnant with all eternity can give, No composition sets the prisoner free. Pregnant with all that makes arch-angels Eternity's inexorable chain

Who murders time, he crushes in the birt Fast binds; and vengeance claims the full arrear. A pow'r ethereal, only not ador'd.

How late I shudder'd on the brink! how late
Life calls for her last refuge in!
For what calls thy disease? for moral aid.

§ 190. Inconfiency of Man. Thon think'st it folly to be wise too soon.

AH: how unjust to nature, and himself, Youth is not riclı in time; it may be, poor:

Is thoughtless, thiankleis, inconsistent ma Part with it as with money, sparing; pay

Like children babbling nonsense in their i No moment, but in purchase of its worth :

We censure nature for a span too Thort; And what its worth, aik death-beds, they can

That span too short, we tax as tedious tuo Part with it as with life, reluctant; big [tell

. Torture invention, all expedients tire, With holy hope of nobler time to come.

To lath the ling'ring moments into speed Is this our duty, wisdom, glory, gain?

And wbirl us (happy ridvance) from ourf And sport we like the natives of the bough,

Art, brainless a:t! our furious cliariotcer, When vernal luns inspire ? Amusement reigns

Drives headlong towards the precipicevic

Death, moit our dread, death thus inores Man's great demand: to trifle is to live: And is it then a trifle, too, to die?

O what a riddle of abfurdiy!

(ful Who wants amusement in the flame of battle? Leisure is pain; take ort cir chiziot wine Is it not treason to the soul immortal,

How heavily we drag the load of life! Her foes in arms, eternity the prize ?

Bleft leisure is our curie; that of Cai: Will toys amule, when med cines cannot cure? It makes us wander; wander earth around When spirits ebb, when life's inchanting scenes To fly that tyrant, Thought. s Atlas zi Their luitre lose, and lefsen in our light?

The world beneath, we groan beneath an (As lands, and cities with their glittring spires We cry for mercy to the next amusement To the poor shatter'd bark, by ludden storm

Yet when Death kindly tenders us relief, Thrown off to fea, and soon to perish there)

We call him cruel; years to moments thri Will toys amuse?-no: thrones will then be toys,

Time, in advance, behind him hides his v And earth and skies seem dust upon the scale.

And seems to creep, decrepit with his as Redeemn we time!-its lots we dearly buy:

Behold him, when past by; what then is What pleads Lorenzo for his high-priz'díports ?

But his broad pinions (wifter than the win He pleads time's numerous blanks; he loudly And all mankind, in contradiction stron plend's

Ruetul, aghalt! cry out at his career. The Straw-like trifles on life's common stream. From whom thole blanks and trifles, but from

191. Hale of Time. No blank, no trifle, nature made or meant: (thee? Leave to thy foes these errors, and these Virtue, or purpos'd virtue, still be thine: To nature just, their cause and cure expl This cancels thy complaint at once; this leaves No niggard, nature; men are prodigals.

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