Or if he prove unkind, (as who can say
But being man, and therefore frail, he may),
One comfort yet shall cheer thine aged heart,
Howe'er he slight thee, thou hast done thy part.

Oh, barbarous! wouldst thou with a Gothic hand Pull down the schools—what !—all the schools i' the

Or throw them up to livery-nags and grooms?
Or turn them into shops and auction rooms?
—A captious question, sir, and yours is one,
Deserves an answer similar, or none.
Wouldst thou, possessor of a flock, employ
(Apprised that he is such) a careless boy,
And feed him well, and give him handsome pay,
Merely to sleep, and let them run astray?
Survey our schools and colleges, and see
A sight not much unlike my simile.
From education, as the leading cause,
The public character its colour draws,
Thence the prevailing manners take their cast,
Extravagant or sober, loose or chaste.
And though I would not advertise them yet,
Nor write on each— This Building to be let,
Unless the world were all prepared to embrace
A plan well worthy to supply their place,
Yet backward as they are, and long have been,
To cultivate and keep the morals clean,
(Forgive the crime) I wish them, I confess,
Or better managed, or encouraged less.

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Fortune! I thank thee: gentle goddess, thanks!

Not that my Muse, though bashful, shall deny

She would have thanked thee rather, hadst thou cast

A treasure in her way; for neither meed

Of early breakfast, to dispel the fumes

And bowel-raking pains of emptiness,

Nor noontide feast, nor evening's cool repast,

Hopes she from this, presumptuous—though perhaps

The cobbler, leather-carving artist, might.

Nathless she thanks thee, and accepts thy boon,

Whatever; not as erst the fabled cock,

Vain-glorious fool, unknowing what he found,

Spurned the rich gem thou gavest him. Wherefore, ah!

Why not on me that favour, (worthier sure,)

Conferredst thou, goddess? Thou art blind, thou sayest:

Enough !—thy blindness shall excuse the deed.

Nor does my Muse no benefit exhale
From this thy scant indulgence ;—even here,
Hints, worthy sage philosophy, are found,
Illustrious hints, to moralise my song.
This ponderous heel of perforated hide
Compact, with pegs indented many a row,
Haply, (for such its massy form bespeaks),
The weighty tread of some rude peasant clown
Upbore: on this supported oft he stretched,
With uncouth strides, along the furrowed glebe,
Flattening the stubborn clod, till cruel time
(What will not cruel time?) on a wry step,
Severed the strict cohesion; when, alas!
He, who could erst with even equal pace,
Pursue his destined way with symmetry
And some proportion formed, now, on one side,
Curtailed and maimed, the sport of vagrant boys,
Cursing his frail supporter, treacherous prop!
With toilsome steps, and difficult, moves on.

Thus fares it oft with other than the feet

Of humble villager:—the statesman thus,

Up the steep road where proud ambition leads,

Aspiring, first uninterrupted winds

His prosperous way; nor fears miscarriage foul,

While policy prevails and friends prove true:

But that support soon failing, by him left

On whom he most depended,—basely left,

Betrayed, deserted,—from his airy height

Headlong he falls, and through the rest of life

Drags the dull load of disappointment on.



Say, ye apostate and profane,
Wretches who blush not to disdain

Allegiance to your God,—
Did e'er your idly-wasted love
Of virtue for her sake remove

And lift you from the crowd?

Would you the race of glory run,
Know, the devout and they alone,

Are equal to the task:
The labours of the illustrious course
Far other than the unaided force

Of human vigour ask,

To arm against repeated ill

The patient heart too brave to feel

The tortures of despair;
Nor safer yet high-crested pride,
When wealth flows in with every tide

To gain admittance there.

To rescue from the tyrant's sword

The oppressed ;—unseen and unimplored,

To cheer the face of woe;
From lawless insult to defend
An orphan's right, a fallen friend,

And a forgiven foe;

These, these distinguish from the crowd,
And these alone, the great and good,

The guardians of mankind;
Whose bosoms with these virtues heave,
Oh, with what matchless speed, they leave

The multitude behind!

Then ask ye, from what cause on earth
Virtues like these derive their birth?
Derived from heaven alone,


The sparkling eye, Ihe mantling cheek,
The polished front, the snowy neck,

How seldom we behold in one!
Glossy locks, and brow serene,
Venus' smiles, Diana's mien,
All meet in you, and you alune.

Beauty, like other powers, maintains
Her empire, and by union reigns;

Each single feature faintly warms:
But where at once we view displayed
Unblemished grace, the perfect maid

Our eyes, our ears, our heart alarms.

So when on earth the god of day
Obliquely sheds his tempered ray,

Tnrough convex orbs the beams transmit, The beams that gently warmed before, Collected, gently warm no more,

But glow with more prevailing heal.


On the green margin of the brook

Despairing Phyllida reclined, Whilst every sigh, and every look,

Declared the anguish of her mind.

Am I less lovely then? (she cries,
And in the waves her form surveyed);

Oh yes, I see my languid eyes,
My faded cheek, my colour fled:

These eyes no more like lightning pierced,

These cheeks grew pale, when Damon first His Phyllida betrayed.

Thp rose he in his bosom wore,

How oft upon my breast was seen!

And when I kissed the drooping flower,
Behold, he cried, it blooms again!

The wreaths that bound my braided hair,

Himself next day was proud to wear
At church, or on the green.

While thus sad Phyllida lamented,
Chance brought unlucky Thyrsis on;

Umr.l.mgly the nymph consented,
But Damon first the cheat begun.

She wiped the fallen tears away,

Then sighed and blushed, as who would say Ah! Thyrsis, I am won.


FULL thirty frosts since thou wert young

Have chilled the withered grove, Thou wretch ! and hast thou lived so long,

Nor yet forgot to love?

Ye sages! spite of your pretences

To wisdom, you must own Your folly frequently commences

When you acknowledge none.

Not that I deem it weak to love,

Or folly to admire;
But ah! the pangs we lovers prove

Far other years require.

Unheeded on the youthful brow

The beams of Phcebus play; But unsupported age stoops low

Beneath the sultry ray.

For once, then, if untutored youth,

Youth unapproved by years, May chance to deviate into truth,

When your experience errs;

For once attempt not to despise

What I esteem a rule: Who early loves, though young, is wise,—

Who old, though gray, a fool.

Mortals! around your destined heads
Thick fly the shafts of death,

And Io! the savage spoiler spreads
A thousand toils beneath.

In vain we trifle with our fate,

Try every art in vain;
At best we but prolong the date,

And lengthen out our pain.

Fondly we think all danger fled,

For death is ever nigh; Outstrips our unavailing speed,

Or meets us as we fly.

Thus the wrecked mariner may strive

Some desert shore to gain, Secure of life, if he survive

The fury of the main.

But there, to famine doomed a prey,

Finds the mistaken wretch
He but escaped the troubled sea,

To perish on the beach.

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