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With him I left the cup, to teach his mind

§ 71. Time. YOUNG. That heav'nı can blufs, if mortals will be kind. Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, THE bell frikes One. We take no note of Time

But from it, lots. To give it then a tongue And feels compaflion touch his grateful foul. Is wife in man. As if an angel (poke, Thus artists melt the fullen ore of lcad,

I feel the folemn found. If heard ariyht, With heaping coals of fire upon its head;

It is the knell of my departed hours: (Aood. In the kind warınıh the metal learns to glow,

Where are they? With the years beyond the And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.

It is the hignal that demands dispatch : Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from Start up alarm’d, and o'er life's uariow verge

How much is to be done? My hopes and fears (Chili of his agc) for him he liv’d in pain, [God; Look down-on ihai ? a fathomless abyss; And measur'd back his fteps to carth again.

A dread cternity! how surely mine! To what excelles had his dotage run !

And can eternity belong to me,
But God, to save the father, took the fon.

Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour!
To all but thee in fits he secm'd to go ;
And 'twas my miniftry to deal the blow.
The poor fond parent humbl'd in the dust,

§ 72. Refleclion on Man. You'xG. Now owns in tears the punishment was just. But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack, HOW poor, how rich, how abject, how auguft

, Had that falfe fervant fped in fafcty back!

How complicate, how wonderful is man 1 This night his treafur'd heaps he meant to stcal, How palling wonder He who made him such And what a fund of charity would fail!

Who centred in our make such strange extremes! Thus Heavon instructs thy mind : this trialo'er, From diff'rent natures marveloully mixt, Depart in peace, relign, and sin no more. Connection exquisite of diftant worlds :

On founding pinions here the youth withdrew; Diftinguish'd link in being's endless chain ! The sage food wond ring as the feraph flew.

Midway from nothing to the Deity! Thus look'd Elitha, when, to mount on high,

A beain ethereal, fully'd and absorpt! Ilis master took the chariot of the ky :

Tho'fully'd and dishonour'd, ftill divine ! The fiery pomp afcending, left the view;

Dim ininiature of greatness absolute ! The project [22'd, and with’d to follow too. An leir of glory! a frail child of duft! The bending hermit here a pray’r begun:

Helpless immortal! infeat infinite! Lord! as in henvin, on ecur thy will be di ine :

A wor! a god !-I tremble at myself, Then gladly turning, fou lit his ancient place,

And in myself am loft! at home a ftranger, And pal’d a life of piety and peace.

Thought wanders up and down, furpriz'd, aghaft,
And wond'ring at her owe: How reason rcels !

lo what a miracle to man is man,
§ 69. Sleep. YOUNG.

Triumphantly diftrefs'd! what joy, what dread!

Alternately transported and alarin'd; T'R! Nature's Sweet reftorer, balmy Sleep; What can preferve my life! or what destroy!

An angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave; Where Fortunc fimiles! the wretched he forsakes! Legions of angels can't confine me there.

S: ift on his dowry pinion flies from woe, ! And lights on lids unfully'd with a tear.

$ 73. Life and Eternity. You'NG. $ 70. Address to the Deity. Young, THIS is the bud of being, the dim dawn,

The twilight of our day, the veftibule; THOU, who didst put to fight

Life's theatre as vet is íhut, and dcath, Primæval Silence, when the morning stars, Strong death, alone can have the maily bar; Exulting, shouted o'er the riling ball;

This grofs impediment of clay remove,
O Thou, whose word from solid darkness ftruck | And make us embryos of existence free.
That fpark, the fun, strike wisdom from my soul; From real life but little more remote
My soul which flies to Thee, her trust,her treature, Is he, not yet a candidate for light,
As milers to their gold, while others reft. The future embryo, flumb’ring in his fire.

Thro’this opaque of Nature and of Soul, Embryos we mutt be till we burft the sheil,
This double nigiit, tranimit one pitying ray, You ambient azure thell, and {pring to life,
To lighten and to cheer. O lead my mind The life of gods, o trantport! and of man.
(A mind thar fain would wander from its woc) Yet man, fouimzi! here buries alihis thoughts;
Leal it thro’ various fcenes of Life and Death; Inters celcilial hopes without one figh.
And from each scene the noblest truths inlpire. Prisoner of carth, and pent beneath the moon,
Norleis inspire my Conduct than my Song; Here pinions all his withes; wing'd by Heav'n
Teach my belt reason, rcalon; mv beit will To fly at infinitu ; d reach it there,
Ttach reftitude; and fix my firm resolve Where feraplis gather immortality,
Witlom to wed, and pay her long arrear ; On lifc's fair tree, fast br the throne of God.
Nor let the phial of thy vengeance, pour'd What golden joys umbrofiai clustering glow,
On this devoted head, be pour’d in vain. In His full brain, and ripen for the just,


Where momentary ages are no more! [expire! 1 75. Oppreffon, Want, and Disease. Young, Where time, and pain, and chance, and death

WAR, Fainine, Peit, Volcano, Storm, and Fire, And is it in the flight of threescore years

Intestine broils, Oppreffion, with her heart To push eternity from human thouynt,

Wrapt up in triple brats, besiege mankind, And Imother fouls immortal in the suit?

God's image ditinherited of day, A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Here, plung'd in mines, forgets a sun was made: Wasting her strength in ftrenuous idlencss,

There, beings, deathlefs as their haughty lord, Thrown into tumult, raptur’d, or alarm’d, Are hammer'd to the galling oar for life, At aught this fcene can threaten or indulge, And plow the winter's wave, and reap despair. Resembles occan into tempest wrought,

Somc, for hard matters, broken under arms, To waft a feather, or to drown a Hy.

In battle lopt away, with half their limbs,
Bog bitter bread thro' rcalins their valour jarid:

If to the tyrant, or his ininion, doom,
74. Time and Death. Young.

Want, and incurable discale (fell pair ')
E ACH inoment has its fickle, emulous On hopeless multitudes remotelels fcize
Of Time's enormous fcythe, whose ample At once, and make a refuge of the grave.

How groaning hofpitals eject their dead!
Strikes empires from the root; cach moment plays What numbers groan for fad admiflion there!
His little weapon in the narrower sphere What numbers, once in fortune's lap high fuú,
Of fiveet domeftic comfort, and cuts down Solicit the cold hand of charity!
The faireft bloom of fublunary blits.

To fhock us more, solicit it in vain! Bliss! fublunary bliss !--proud words and vain; Ye filken fons of pleafure! fince in pains Implicit treason to divine decree !

You rue more modith visits, visit here, {duce A bold invasion of the rights of Heav'n! And breathe from your debauch: give, and reI clafp'd the phantoms, and I found them air. Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but so Great O had I weigh'd it cre my fond embrace, Your impudence, you bluih at what is right. What darts of agony had inits'd my heart ! Happy! did forrow fcize on such alone.

Death! great proprietor of all ! 'tis thine Not prudence can defend, or virtue fare; To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

Difeafe invades the chattest temperance; The fun himself by thy permission thines; And punishment the guiltlets; and alarm, And,one day thou ihalc pluck him from his iphere. Thro' thickett fhales, pursues the fond of peace. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust

Man's caution often into danger turns, Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean? And, his guard falling, cruthes him to death. Why thy peculiar rancour wreck'd on me? Nor happiness itself makes gooi her name; Insatiate archer' could not once fuffice? (flain; Our very willes give us not our with. Thy Shaft few thrice, and thrice inv peace was How dittant of its king, le dat on most And thrice,ere thrice yon moon had mildherhorn. From that for which sve dost, felicity! O Cynthia! why so paleDofi thou lament The finootheft ourle of nature has its pains ! Thy wretched neighbour? Grieve to see thrwheel And truest frienc's, thro' titor, 'vound our relt. Of ceaseleis change ourwhirld in human life? Without mistoitunu, nhüi calcimities! How wanes my borrow'd bliss! from fortune's And what hoftilities without a toe! Precarious courtesy ! not virtue's fure, [lmile, Nor are foes wanting to the best on earth. Self-given, solar ray of found delight.

But endlets is the list of human ulls, In ev'ry varyd posture, place, and hour, And lighs might fooner fail : 1. cause to ligh. How widow'd ev'ry thought of ev'ry joy! Thought, busy thought I too busy for my peace! Thro' the dark poftern of time long lays’d,

§ 76. D:2:l. Y JUNG, Led softly, by the stillness of the night, В!

EWARE, Lorenzo! a fluw sullen dathia Led, like a murderer (and such it proves!)

How dreadial that delive ate tipiil!
Strays (wretched rover) o'er the pleafing past; Be wise to-day; 'tis madrets so defer;
In queti of wretchedness perversely stravs ; Next day the titel procedunt will.plead;
And finds all desart now; and meets the ghosts Thus on, till sildon is puhd out of life.
Of my departed joys; a num'rous train! \Procrastination is the thics of sine;
I rue the riches of my former fate;

Year after year it ficais, till ale fled,
Sweet Comfort's blafted clusters I lament: And to the mercios of a movent leave,
I tremble at the blefiings once fo dear,

The vast concerns of an cternal scene. And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart. If not to frequent, would not this be itrange?

Yet, why complain? or why complain for one? That 'tis to ficqueue, this is stranger fiille
Hangs out the sun his lustre but for me, Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears

The fingle man? Are angels all beside? ?he palın, " That all men are about to live."?
I mourn for millions : 'Tis the coinmon lot; For ever on the brink of being born.
In this thape, or in that has fate entailid All pay themselves the compliinent to think
The mother's throes on all of woman born, They ine day thall not drivel; and their prite:
Not more the children, than fure heirs of pain. On this revoliun take up read; praise;

At least, their own; their future felves applauds; And all mankind, in contradi&tion strong,
How excellent that life they ne'er will lead ! Rucful, aghast! cry out on his career.
Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails; We rave, we wrestle, with Great Nature's plan ;
That lodg'd in fate's, to wisdom they consign; We thwart the Deity; and 'tis decreed,
The thing they can't but purpose they postpone : Who thwart his will thall contradict their own.
Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool ;

Hence our unnatural quarrels with ourselves ; And scarce in human wisdom to do mort. Our thoughts at enmity; our bosom broils; All promife is poor dilatory man ;

We puth Time from us, and we with him back; And that thro' ev'ry stage : when young, indeed, Lavish of lustrums, and yet fond of life ; [thun; In full content we, sometimes, nobly reft, Life we think long, and short: Death seek, and Unanxious for ourselves, and only with, Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, As duteous fons, our fathers were more wise. United jar, and yet are loth to part. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay,

$ 78. Vanity. YOUNG. Pulhes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought

OH the dark days of vanity! while here,

How tasteless! and how terrible when gone! Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.

Gone ! they ne'er go; whicn past, they haunt us And why? Because he thinks himself immortal. The spirit walks of ev'ry day deceas’d; [ftill: All men think all men mortal but themselves;

And fimiles an angel, or a fury frowns. Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate

Nor death, nor life delight us. If time past Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden And time pofseft both pain us, what can please? dread;

That which the Deity to please ordain'd, But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Time us'd. The man who consecrates his hours Soon close; where part the shaft,

no trace is found, hBy vig'rous effort and an honest aim, As from the wing no scar the sky retains ;

At once he draws the sung of life and death ; The parted wave no furrow froin the keel; He walks with Nature; and her paths are peace. So dies in human hearts the thought of death. Ev'n with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.

$ 79. Paternal Love. YOUNG. FATHERS alonc a Father's heart can know ;

What secret tides of Itill enjoyment flow $ 77. Inconsistency of Man. YOUNG.

When brothers love! but if their hate succeeds, AH! how unjust to nature and himself

They wage the war ; but 'tis the Father bleeds. Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man ! Like children babbling nonsense in their sports, We censure nature for a span too short;

§ 80. Conscience. YOUNG. That span too short, we tax as tedious too ;


TREACH'ROUS Conscience ! while the Torture invention, all expedients tire,

feems to sleep To lath the ling’ring moments into speed, On rose and myrtle, lull’d with syren song ; And whirl us (happy riddance !)from ourselves. While the seemns, nodding o'er her change, to drop Art, brainless art ! our furious charioteer On headlong Appetite the flacken'd rein, (For Nature's voice unftifed would recall) And give us up to licence, unrecallid, Drives headlong tow'rds the precipice of death; Unmark'd ;-ice, from behind her secret stand, Death, most our dread; death thus more dreadful The fly informer minutes ev'ry fault, O what a riddle of absurdity! [made : And her dread diary with horror fills. Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot-wheels ; Not the gross act alone employs her pen ; How heavily we drag the load of life!

She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band, Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, A watchful foe! the formidable fpy, It makes us wander ; wander carth around Liftning, o'erhears the whispers of our camp: To Ay that tyrant, Thought. As Atlas groand Our dawning purposes of heart explores, The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour. And steals our embryos of iniquity. We cry for mercy to the next amusement; As all-rapacious usurers conceal The next amulement mortgages our fields; Their dooinsday-book from all consuming heirs, Slight inconvenience! prisons hardly frown, Thus, with indulgence most severe, the treats From hateful Time it prifons fct us free. Us spendthrifts of inestimable Time; Yet, when Death kindly tenders us relief, Unnoted, notes cach moment misapply:d : We call him cruel; years to moments shrink, In leaves more durable than leaves of brass, Ages to years. The telescope is turn'd Writes our whole history; which Death Thall To mari's false optics (from his folly false) : In ev'ry pale delinquent's private ear;

read Tiine, in advance, behind hi'n hides his wings, And judgment publish ; publish to more worlds And seems to creep, decrepid with his age; Than this; and endless age in groans resound. Behold him when past by; what then is seen But his broad pinions, fwifter than the winds ?


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$81. Old Age. YOUNG.

How, ever and anon, awake the soul,

As with a peal of thunder, to strange horrors, WHEN men once reach their Autumn, fickly In this long

reftless dream, which idiots

hug; joys

Nay, wife men flatter with the name of life? Fall off apace as yellow leaves from trees, At ev'ry little breach misfortune blows; Till, left quite naked of their happiness,

$ 85. Life. YOUNG. In the chill blasts of winter they expire. -

-LIFE speeds away This is the counmon lot.

From point to point, tho' seeming to stand still

The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth, $ 82. Self-Love. Young.

Too subtile is the movement to be seen ;

Yet foon man's hour is up, and we are gone. WHO venerate themselves, the world despise.

For what, gay friend ! is this escutchiond Warnings point out our danger; Gnomous, time: world,

As these are useless when the sun is fet, Which hangs out death in one eternal night?

Sothofe, but when more glorious Reason shines., A night that glooms us in the noon-tide ray,

Reason should judge in all; in reason's eye, And wraps our thought, at banquets, in the That sedentary Mhadow travels hard. Life's little stage is a finali eminence, throud. But fuch our gravitation to the wrong, Inch-high the grave above; that home of man, So prone our hearts to whisper that we wish, Where dwells the multitude: We gaze around; / 'Tis latter with the wife than he's aware : We read their monuments; we figh; and while | A *Wilmington goes flower than the fun : We figh, we fink, and are what we deplor'd;

And all mankind mistake their time of day; Lamenting, or lamented, all our lot!

Ev'n age itself. Fresh hopes are hourly równ Is death at distance: no, he has been on thee ; In furrow'd brows. To gentle life's descent And giv'n sure earnest of his final blow. [now? We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain. Those hours that lately smild, where are they

We take fair days in winter for the spring, Pallid to thought, and ghastly ! drown'd, all And turn our blessings into bane. Since oft drown'd

Man must compute that age he cannot fecl, In that great deep, which nothing disembogues! He scarce believes he's older for his years. And, dying, they bequeath'd thce small renown. Thus, at life's latest eve, we keep in store The rest are on the wing : How fleet their flight! One disappointment fure, to crown the rest, – Already has the fatal train took fire;

The disappointment of a promis'd hour.
A moment, and the world's blown up to thce ;
The fun is darkness, and the stars are dust.

§ 86. Bliss. YOUNG,

-MUCH is talk'd of bliss; it is the art $ 83. Communion with Paft Hours. YOUNG.

Of such as have the world in their pofleflion,

To give it a good name, that fools may envy:
TIS greatly wife to talk without heart borers: For envy to linall minds is flattery,
And ask them, what report they bore to How many lift the head, look gay, and smile,
heav'n ;

And how they might have borne more welcome Yet, knowing, disbelieve; and try again (tion";

Against their consciences? And this we know i Their answers form what men Experience call; What we have try'd, and struggle with convicIf Wisdom's friend, her best; if not, worst foe.

Each new experience gives the former credit, O reconcile chem; Kind Experience cries,

And reverend grey threescore is but a voucher; « There's nothing here but what as nothing That thirty old is true.

“ The more our joy, the more we know it vain :

$ 87. Friendship. Young.
“ And by success are tutor'd to despair."
Nor only is it thus, but must be so.

NOW'ST thou, Lorenzo ! what a friend con| Who knows not this tho' grey, is still a child.

tains ? Loose then from earth the grasp of fond desire,

As bees inixt nectar draw from fragrant flow'rs, Weigh anchor, and some happier clime explore. So incn from Friendship, Wisdom, and Delight;

Twins tyd by nature, if they part, they dic.

Haft thou no friend to set thyinind abroach? (air, § 84. Conscience. YOUNG. .

Goodsense will stagnate. Thoughts shut up, want CONSCIENCE, what art thou? Thou tremen. And foil, like bales unopened to the fun.

been Who doft inhabit us without our leave;

deny'd ;

(terion too! And art within ourselves another self;

Speech, thought's canal ! speech, thought's cri. A mader self, that loves to domineer,

Thought is the mine, may come forth gold, or And t:cat the monarch frankly as the slave.

drofs; Ho:v dost thou light a torch to distant deeds ? When coin'd in words, we know its real worth. Make the past, present; and the future, frown? If sterling, Atore it for thy future use;

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"Twill buy thee benefit; perhaps, renown. None clings more obftinate, than fancy fond

Thought, too, deliver’d, is the more poffcft ; That sacred friendship is their easy prey;
Teaching we learn; and giving, we retain Caught by the wafture of a golden lure,
The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot. Or fascination of a high-born smile. [ont
Speech ventilatcs our intellectual fire ;

Their smiles, the Great and the Coquette throw
Speech burnishes our mental magazine ; For others hearts, tenacious of their own;
Brightens for ornament, and whets for use. And we no less of ours, when such the bait.
What numbers, shcath'd in erudition, lie Ye fortune's cofferers ! Ye pow'rs of wealth!
Plung'd to the hilts in venerable tombs, Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope !
And rusted in, who might have borne an edge, As well mere man an angel might beget.
And play'd a sprightly beam, if born to speech; Love, and Love only, is the loan for love.
If born bleft heirs of half their mother's tongue ! Lorenzo, pride repress ; nor hope to find
'Tis thought's exchange, which, like th’alter- | A friend, but what has found a friend in thee.
nate push

All like the purchale ; few the price will pay; Of waves conflicting, breaks the learned scum, And this makes friends such miracles below. And defecates thc student's standing pool.

§ 89. Friendship. YOUNG. 88. Wisdom, Friendship, Joy, and Happiness.

YOUNG. DELIBERATE on all things with thy friend i

But since friends grow not thick on e: ry WISDOM, tho; richer than Peruvian mines, Nor ev'ry friend unrotten at the core, [hough,

And fiveeter than the fiveet ambrosial hive, First, on thy friend, delib’rate with thyself; What is she, but the ineans of happiness? Pause, ponder, lift; not cager in the choice, That unobtain'd, than folly more a fool; Nor jealous of the chosen; fixing, fix; A melancholy fool without her bells.

Judge before friendship, then confide till deatlle Friendship, the means of wildən, richly gives Will for thy friend; but nobler far for thee; The precious end which 'nakes our wildom wise. How gallant danger for carth's highest prize! Nature, in zeal for human amity,

A friend is worth all hazards we can run. Denics, or damps, an undivided joy.

“ Poor is the friendlof master of a world : Joy is an impoit; joy is an exchange;

" A world in purch ile for a friend is gain.” Joy fies monopoliits : it calls for tivo;

O! for the bright complexion, cordial warmth, Rich fruit! Heivinplantıd never plucht by One. And elevating fpirit, of a friend, Necdful auxiliars are our friends, to give For twenty summers ripening by my side; To focial man truc relish of himicif.

All feculence of falfhood long thrown down; Full on ourselves, descending in a line, All focial virtues rising in his soul, Plcasure's bright beam is fuible in delight; As cryftal clear, and Imiling as they rise ! Delight intenti, is taken by rebound;

Here nectar flows; it sparkles in our light; Reverberatcat plealues tire the breatt.

Rich to the tific, and genuine from the heart. Celestial Happincis, whencer the lioops

High-flavour'd bliss for gods! on earth how rare! To vilit earth, onc fhrine the goddeis finds, And one alone, to make her fiveet ameneis For abient hear'n--the botom of a friend ; Where heart mects heut, reciprocally foft,

$ 90. Happiness. Young.' Each othei's pillow to repote divine,

THRICE happy they who Ncep in humble life, Beivare the counterfeit: in jailion's flanc

Beneath the forn ambition flows. Tis met Hearts melt, but muli like ici, foon hurder froze. The Great should have the fame of happiness, True love lirikeroot in Rcafon, pallion's toc:

The confolation of a little envy; Virtue alone cntenders us for life :

'Tis all their riy for those fuperior care, I wrong her much-entendurs us for ever.

Thoic pangs of heart, their valsals ne'er can feel. Of Friendhip’; faircit fruits, the fruit muft fur I Virtue kindling at a rival fire, And, emulously, ipiu in her race.

§ 91. Diflution of a Virtuous Man. YOUNG. O the foft eninity ! endearing strife! ITIE chamber where the good man meets his This carries friend hrip to her noontide point,

fate, And gives the rivet of eternity. [themes, "Is privileg'd beyond the common walk

From Friendihip, which outlives mi forur Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n. Glorious survivor of old Time and death.! feed , Fly, ye profane! li not, draw near with awe, Froin Friendship, thus, that flow'r of heav'nly Receive the biciling, and adore the chance The wife extract caith's most Hybican bliss, That threw in this Bethesda your discase ; Superior wifilom, crown'd with finiling joy. If unruktord by this, defpair your cure.

But for whion blonioms this Elutian flouer ? For here, realillfs demonstration dwells ; Abroad they find, who cherish it at home. A death-bed's a detecter of the heart. Lorenzo, pardon what my love extorts, Here ord diffi.nulation drops her masque, An honcft love, and not afraid to frown. \Thio' life's grimace, that iniftreis of the scene ! Tho' choice of follics fafiuti on the Great, Icre real and apparent are the faune.


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