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He sprang impetuous forth
Attends superior worth.
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
ODE TO PEACE.
COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor pow'r pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
The banquet of thy smiles ?
III. The great, the gay, shall they partake The Heav'n that thou alone canst make?
And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove and the sequester'd shed,
To be a guest with them?
Whate'er I lov'd before;
Farewell! we meet no more?
Weak and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to day, Woven with pains into his plan, To morrow rends away.
II. The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain; But Passion rudely snaps the string, .. And it revives again.
III. . Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent,
But Pleasure wins his heart.
'Tis here the folly of the wise
Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.
Bound on a voyage of awful length,
And dangers little known,
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost...
THE MODERN PATRIOT.
Rebellion is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come
A little nearer home.
Yon roaring boys who rave and fight
On t'other side th’ Atlantic,
But most so when most frantic.
That man shall be my toast,
The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Though some folks can't endure them,
Such strings for all who need 'em-
Then farewell British freedom.