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Imagination to his view
True, answer'd an angelic guide,
But whether all the time it cost
To urge the fruitless chase be lost, Must be decided by the worth
Of that which call'd his ardour forth.
Trifles pursu'd, whate'er th' event, Must cause him shame or discontent; A vicious object still is worse, Successful there, he wins a curse;
But he, whom e’en in life's last stage
The green-house is my summer seat; My shrubs displac'd from that retreat
Enjoy'd the open air;
Two goldfinches, whose sprightly song Had been their mutual solace long,
Liv'd happy pris’ners there.
They sang, as blithe as finches sing
And frolic where they list;
And, therefore, never miss'd.
But nature works in ev'ry breast;
And Dick felt some desires,
A pass between his wires.
The open windows seem’d to invite
But Tom was still confin'd; And Dick, although his way was clear, Was much too gen'rous and sincere
To leave his friend behind.
For, settling on his grated roof,
That he desir'd no more; ..
A pris’ner as before.
Oh ye, who never knew the joys 1
Fandango, ball and rout!
To liberty without.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED,
I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau",
It chanc'd then, on a winter's day,
? It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philosopher, that all fables which ascribe reason and speech to animals, should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his senses ?