And there are Who say that this is well! as God has made All mysteries, but who find no peace enjoined, O my God! I thank thee that I am not such as these, AGE and YOUTH. By JOSEPH COTTLE. AGE. Talk not thus, unthinking youth, Of your justice and your truth, You are now to manhood risen, Cast your cloister'd dreams away! You must burst your mental prison, And endure the light of day. YOUTH. Must I ever bid adieu To the hopes I long have known, That the dreams of youth are flown ?. AGE. What is Virtue but a name? For the GOD whom men adore, And whose laws alone can chain; INTEREST is, as was before, And forever will remain. な YOUTH. I will never meanly swerve God of the ambitious crowd! AGE. Are you fix'd to this decision? Think how all men will despise ; Can you bear the world's derision? Can you meet their scornful eyes? You may talk and you may blame, Till with talking you are old; In a world so dead to shame, Virtue must be bought and sold. YOUTH. Never, never, ancient Father! Virtue must not stoop so low ; Truth and freedom I would rather Honor, than all forms below; These the spring of life shall nourish; When the wintry tempests sound, Like the bay-tree, these shall flourish Greener for the waste around. AGE. Thoughtless Youth! you little know What delusions round you throng; You may feel your bosom glow At the sound of freedom's song; You the rain-bow tints may cast. But, experience will at last Show that all was vanity. |