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Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
Ev’n in our ashes live their wonted fires.
For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead
Doft in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by. lonely contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate.
Haply fome hoary-headed swain may say,
• Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn,
• Brushing with hafty steps the dews away,
• To meet the fun upon the upland lawn.
• There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
• That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high,
• His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch,
* And pore upon the brook that bubbles by.
• Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in fcorn,
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove; • Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, • Or craz'd with care, or crois'd in hopeless love.
• One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree : • Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up
the lawn, nor at the wood was he.
• The next with dirges due in fad array
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.
Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, • Gray'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.'
ER E refts his head upon the lap of earth
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his foul sincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely send :
He gave to mis’ry all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a FRIEND,
No farther feeks his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bosom of his FATHER and of his God.
ADVICE TO THE FAIR SEX.
H! friend! to dazzle let the vain design;
To raise the thought, and touch the heart be
That charm shall grow, while that fatigues the ring,
Flaunts and goes down, an unregarded thing :
So when the sun's broad beam has tir'd the fight,
All mild ascends the moon's more sober light,
Serene in virgin modesty The shines,
And unobfery'd the glaring orb declines.
Oh! bleft with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow chearful as to-day :
She, who can love a fifter's charms, or hear
Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear;
She, who ne'er answers 'till a husband cools,
Or, if the rules him, never shews the rules;
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways,.
Yet has lier humour inost, when she obeys;
Let fops or fortune fly which way they will,
Disdains all loss of tickets or codille ;
Spleen, vapours, or small-pox, above them all,
And mistress of herself, tho' China fall,
A M not concerned to know
What to-morrow fate will do :
'Tis enough that I can say,
I've posseft myself to-day:
Then if haply midnight death
Seize my flesh, and stop my breath,
Yet to-morrow I shall be
Heir to the best part of me.
Glittering stones, and golden things, Wealth and honour that have wings, Ever fluttering to be gone, I could never call my own: Riches that the world bestows, She can take and I can lose; But the treasures that are mine Lie afar beyond her line. When I view my spacious soul, And survey myself a whole, And enjoy myself alone, I'm a kingdom of my own.
I've a mighty part within That the world hath never seen,
Rich as Eden's happy ground,
And with choicer plenty crown'd.
Here on all the thining boughs
Knowledge fair and useful grows;
On the same young flow'ry tree
All the seasons you may see !
Notions in the bloom of light,
Just disclosing to the sight;
Here are thoughts of larger growth,
Rip'ning into folid truth ;
Fruits refin'd of noble taste;
Seraphs feed on such repast.
Here in a green and shady grove,
Streams of pleasure mix with love ;
There beneath the smiling skies
Hills of contemplation rise;
Now upon fome shining top
Angels light, and call me up;
I rejoice to raise my feet,
Both rejoice when there we meet.
There are endless beauties more
Earth hath no resemblance for ;
Nothing like them round the pole,
Nothing can describe the foul:
'Tis a region half unknown,
That has treasures of its own,