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Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can,
As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er;. Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still: Thus to my breast alternate passions rise, Pleas’d with each good that Heaven to man supplies : Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real bappiness consign'd, Whère my worn soul, each wandering hope at rest, May gather bliss to see my fellows blest.
But where to find that happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know?
The shudd'ring tenant of the frigid zone
Nature, a mother kind alike to all,
Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails;
But let us try these truths with closer eyes,
Far to the right, where Appenine ascends,
Could nature's bounty satisfy the breast, -
Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, in
But small the bliss that sense alone bęstows, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, in a Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. " Contrasted faults through all his manners reiga: Though poor, luxurious ; though submissive, vain; Though grave, yet trifling ; zealous, yet untrue; And even in penance planning sins anew.it 0987 All evils here contaminate the mind, te srit 76 brigi That opulence departed leaves behind; ok ebaskets For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, po When commerce proudly flourish'd through the state; At her command the palace learnt to rise, . Again the long-fall’n column sought the skies; The canvass glow'd beyond e'en nature warm; The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. Till, more unsteady than the southern gale, Commerce on other shores display'd her sail ;
While nought remain'd of all that riches gare,
Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supply'd By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride ; From these the feeble heart, and long-fallin mind, An easy compensation seem to find. Here may be seen, in bloodless pomp array'd, The pasteboard triumph and the cavalcade; Processions form’d for piety and love, . A mistress or a saint in every grove. By sports like these are all their cares beguild, The sports of children satisfy the child ; Each nobler aim, represt by long controul, Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness oecupy the mind : : As in those domes, where Cæsars once bore sway, Defac'd by time, and tott'ring in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead,... The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.