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More golden than that age of fabled gold
and so at last,
verse, I play'd awhile, obedient to the fair, With that light task; but soon, to please her more, When flow'rs alone I knew would little please, Let fall th' unfinish'd wreath, and rov'd for fruit; Rov'd far, and gather'd much; some harsh, 'tis true, Prick'd from the thorns and briers of reproof, But wholesome, well-digested; grateful somo To palates that can taste immortal truth; Insipid else, and sure to be despis'd. But all is in His hand, whose praise I seek. In vain the poet sings, and the world hears, If he regard not, though divine the theme. 'Tis not in artful measures, in the chime And idle tinkling of a minstrel's lyre, To charm his ear,
the heart; Whose frown can disappoint the proudest strain, Whose approbation-prosper even mine.
A REVIEW OF SCHOOLS.
the REV. WM. CAWTHORNE UNWIN, Rector of Stock, in ssex, the Tutor of his two Sons, the following POEM, recommend ig Private Tuition in preference to an Education at School, is iscribed by the Author.
Κεφαλαιον δη παιδειας ορθη τροφη. Ρlato.
is not from his form, in which we trace rength join’d with beauty, dignity with grace, sat man, the master of this globe, derives is right of empire over all that lives. hat form indeed, th' associate of a mind ast in its pow'rs, ethereal in its kind, hat form, the labour of almighty skill, ram'd for the service of a freeborn will, sserts precedence, and bespeaks control, ut borrows all its grandeur from the soul. lers is the state, the splendour, and the throne, in intellectual kingdom, all her own. or her the Mem'ry fills her ample page Vith truths pour'd down from ev'ry distant age; 'or her amasses an unbounded store, 'he wisdom of great nations, now no more ;
Though laden, not encumber'd with her spoil ;
Why did the fiat of a God give birth To yon fair Sun, and his attendant Earth? And, when descending he resigns the skies, Why takes the gentler Moon her turn to rise, Whom Ocean feels through all his countless waves, And owns her pow'r on ev'ry shore he laves ? . Why do the seasons still enrich the year, Fruitful and young as in their first career? Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees," Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze; Summer in haste the thriving charge receives Beneath the shade of her expanded leaves, Till Autumn's fiercer heats and plenteous dews Dye them at last in all their glowing hues "Twere wild profusion all, and bootless waste, Pow'r misemploy'd, munificence misplac'd, Had not its author dignified the plan, And crown'd it with the majesty of man. Thus form'd, thus plac'd, intelligent, and taught, Look where you will, the wonders God has wrought, le wildest scorner of his Maker's laws nds in a sober moment time to pause,
press th' important question on his heart, Why form’d at all, and wherefore as thou art ?” man he what he seems, this hour a slave, he next mere dust and ashes in the grave; idu'd with reason only to descry is crimes and follies with an aching eye: 'ith passions, just that he may prove, with pain, ne force he spends against their fury vain : nd if soon after having burnt, by turns, Tith ev'ry lust, with which frail Nature burns, is being end, where death dissolves the bond, je tomb take all, and all be blank beyond : nen he, of all that Nature has brought forth, ands self-impeach'd the creature of least worth, ad useless while he lives and when he dies, ings into doubt the wisdom of the skies. Truths, that the learn'd pursue with eager thought, re not important always as dear-bought, oving at last, though told in pompous strains, childish waste of philosophic pains; it truths, on which depends our main concern, at ʼtis our shame and misery not to learn, line by the side of every path we tread Tith such a lustre, he that runs may read. is true that, if to trifle life away own to the sunset of their latest day, nen perish on futurity's wide shore ke fleeting exhalations, found no more, Tere all that Heav'n requir'd of human kind, nd all the plan their destiny design'd, That none could rev'rence aļl might justly blame, nd man would breathe but for his Maker's shame. ut reason heard, and nature well perus’d, t once the dreaming mind is disabus'd. all we find possessing earth, sea, air, eflect his attributes, who plac'd them there,
Fulfil the purpose, and appear design'd
In early days the conscience has in most
nts, which unless the Scripture made them plain, wisest beads might agitate in vain.