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Imagination to his view
Presents it deck'd with ev'ry hue
His pow'rs of best exertion there,
On so desirable an end.
Ere long, approach life's evening shades,
True, answer'd an angelic guide,
Attendant at the senior's side
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,
A vicious object still is worse,
But he, whom e'en in life's last stage
Endeavours laudable engage,
Is paid, at least in peace of mind,
No virtuous wish can bear a date
Either too early or too late.
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,
between his wires.
The open windows seem'd to invite
The freeman to a farewell flight;
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;
Nor would.forsake his cage at last,
Till gently seiz’d I shut him fast,
A pris'ner as before.
who never knew the joys 1 Of Friendship, satisfied with noise,
Fandango, ball and rout!
To liberty without.
PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED,
I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau",
If birds confabulate or no;
'Tis clear that they were always able To hold discourse, at least, in fable;
And ev’n the child who knows no better,
Than to interpret by the letter,
Must have a most uncommon skull.
It chanc'd then, on a winter's day, But warm and bright, and calm as a May,
* 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?