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No more perplex'd with worldly cares,
HAIL, Goddess of the vacant eye!
To whom my earliest vows were paid;
As on thy lap supinely laid
Folly, indulgent parent, hail!
That childhood's ruby lips regale:
To rouse the tingling nerves to pain, Thy balmy cups, unbought with care,
Swim lightly o'er the tender brain; Bland as the milky streams they flow, Nor leave the pungent dregs of woe. Gay partner of the schoolboy band,
Who charm'd the starting tear away; What though beneath the pedant's hand
My flaxen head devoted lay,
Oft were my truant footsteps seen
My years to manhood onward drew,
My listless limbs more languid grew:
Aside the boyish gawds I threw;
I to the world's wide circle flew,
Thy crowded clamorous orgies hold,
And wide thy tawdry flag unfold;
Through fancied fields of bliss we stray'd, A thousand wonders we design'd,
A thousand idle pranks we play'd; Now grasp'd at glory's quivering ray, And now in Chloe's chains we lay.. But, Folly, why prolong my verse
To sing the laughter-loving age? Or what avails it to rehearse
Thy triumphs on the youthful stage Where Wisdom, if she claims a place, Sits ever with an awkward grace?
For now, even now in riper years,
Smit with thy many-colour'd vest, Oft I renounce my cautious fears,
And clasp thee to my thoughtless breast; Enough that in Presumption's mien Beneath my roof thou ne'er art seen : That, as my harmless course I run,
The world through candid lights I view, And still with generous pity shun
The moody, moping, serious crew; Since what they fondly vainly prize, Is ever, ever to be wise.
TO Å FOUNTAIN.
SEQUESTER'd fountain! ever pure,
Whose placid streamlet flows,
Where timid flocks repose :
To shape my course by thine ;
A votive wreath I twine.
May tufted trees arise,
From summer's fervent skies ;
There if a doxy or a wife
Receive the wretch escaped from strife;
His features catch a brightening smile,
He rests him from his sordid toil,
While thus the poor and wretched find
The' asylum for a wounded mind,Distemper'd men there are, estranged from home,
Cold to an angel's kind embrace,
Cheerless amid a blooming race,
Men in the lap of Fortune nursed,
With all her froward humours cursed, And teased by wishes ever on the wing;
Who, wandering still through Folly's maze,
In search of bliss consume their days, Nor taste her genuine draught at Nature's spring.
Yet such the men who lead the gay,
The pride and patterns of the day, Whose high prized friendship fools and strangers
boast; Blush, thou! to court their barren fame;
Let Home, sweet Home, thy presence claim, And those enjoy thy smiles who love thee most!
TRANQUILLITY! thou better name
To thee I gave my early youth,
Who late and lingering seeks thy shrine,
And dire Remembrance interlope
But me thy gentle hand will lead
And breaks the busy moonlight clouds, Thou best the thought canst raise, the heart attune,
[moon. Light as the busy clouds, calm as the gliding