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Whatever station be for me design’d,
May virtue be the mistress of my mind ;
May I despise th’abandon’d and the base,
Tho' opulent, or dignified with place ;
And spurn the wretch who meanly lost to shame.
Thinks wealth or place, a substitute for fame :
If wisdom, wealth or honour, Heav'n lend,
Teach me those talents happily to spend ;
Nor make so bleft, as I would wish to live,
Beyond those moments Heav'n is pleas'd to give;
Then when life-trembles
And brings expended minutes to the test;
Absolve me conscience, thou imperial Power!
O bless me with a self-approving hour,
HEN Egypt's hoft God's chosen tribe pursued,
In cryftal walls th'admiring waters food;
When thro’ the dreary wastes they took their way,
The rocks relented, and pour'd forth a fea!
What limits can th' Almighty goodness know,
Since feas can harden, and fince rocks can flow!
THE BEE, THE ANT, AND THE SPARROW, Addressed to Phæbe and Kitty C. at Boarding School,
Y dears, 'tis said in days of old,
That beasts could talk, and birds could fcolds
But now, it seems the human race
Alone engross the speaker's place.
Yet lately, if report be true,
(And much the tale relates to you)
There met a Sparrow, Ant, and Bee,
Which reason'd and convers'd. as we.
Who reads my page will doubtless grant
That Phe's the wife induftrious Ants
And all with half an eye may
That Kitty is the busy Bee.
Here then are two--but where's the third ?
Go search the school, you'll find the bird.
Your school! I ask your pardon, Fair;
I'm sure you'll find no sparrow there.
Now to my tale-One summer's morn
A Bee rang'do'er the verdant lawn;
Studious to husband ev'ry hour,
And make the moft of ev'ry flow'r,
Nimble from stalk to stalk she flies,
And loads with yellow wax her thighs i
With which the artift builds her comb,
And keeps all tight and warm at home:
Or from the cow lip's golden bells
Sucks honey, to enrich her cells :
Or ev'ry tempting rose pursues,
Or sips the lily's fragrant dews;
Yet never rebs the shining bloom
Or of its beauty or perfume.
Thus the discharg'd in ev'ry way
The various duties of the day.
It chanc'd a frugal Ant was near,
Whose brow was wrinkled o'er by care :
A great economist was ihe,
Nor less laborious than the Bee;
By penfive parents often taught
What ills arise from want of thought ;
That poverty an floth depends ;
the loss of friends.
Hence ev'ry day the Ant is found
With anxious steps to tread the ground;
With curious search to trace the grain,
And drag the keavy load with pain.
The active Bee with pleasure faw
The Ant fulfil her parent's law.
Ah! filter labourer says she,
How very fortunate are we!
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Who, taught in infancy to know
The comforts which from labour flow,
Are independant of the great,
Nor know the wants of pride and fate.
Why is our food so
Because we earn before we cat,
Why are our wants so very few?
Because we nature's calls purfue.
Whence our complacency of mind ? JV and
Because we act our parts assig.rd.
Have we incessant talks to do?
Is not all nature busy too?
Doth not the fun, with conflant pace,
Perfift to run his annual race p} :', przy co
Do not the stars, which shine so bright,
Renew their courses ev'ry night?
Doth not the ox obedient bow
His patient neck, and draw the plough ?
Or when did e'er the gen'rous feed
Withhold his labour or his fpeed ?
If yeu all nature's system fcan,
The only idle thing is man,
A wanton Sparrow long'd to hear
Their fage discourse, and straight drew neat,
The bird was talkative and loud,
And very pert and very proud ;
As worthless and as vain a thing.
Perhaps, as ever wore a wing-
She found, as on a spray she fat,
- The litěle friends were deep in chat ;
That virtue was their fav’rite theme,
And toil and probity their scheme. :
Such talk was hateful to her breast;
She thought them arrant prudes at best.
When to display her naughty mind,
Hunger with cruelty combin'd,
She view'd the Ant with favage eyes,
And hopt and hopt to snatch her prize.
The Bee, who watch'd her op'ning bill,
And guess’d her fell design to kill,
Alk'd her from what her
And why she treated Ants as foes ?
The sparrow her reply began,
And thus the conversation ran :
Whenever I'm dispos'd to dine,
I think the whole creation mine
That I'm a bird of high degree,
And ev'ry insect made for me.
Hence oft I search the emmet-brood
(For emmets are delicious food)
And oft, in wantonness and play,
I flay ten thousand in a day.
For truth it is, without disguise,
That I love mischief as my eyes.