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Yet thou art beautiful, O earth!'
But what is beauty now to me?
Or autumn's joyous revelry ?
Away, a way, to realms unknown; Where love, untouched by sorrow, lies,
And peace erects her endless throne. I've tried thee, and have found thee vain;
I grasp'd thee, and embrac'd a shade ; Why tempt me then to turn again?
Whelm not the wreck thy hopes have made. From year to year, in restless toil,
I're followed on in search of peace,
And ended but in wretchedness.
When ev'ry path a garden seem'd;
And life with endless prospects beam'd : But, like the phantom of a dream,
With life's first dawn it passed away, And sunk,-as sinks the crimson beam,
When darkness ends the setting day. Adieu, thou fading world! adieu !
In other lands my treasure lies ; With calm indifference I view
Thy pleasant fields, thy sunny skies. To me no more thy beauty brings
A single trace of pleasure here; Nor can it touch the thousand strings
That kindle hope, or waken fear. Still thou art beautiful, 0 earth!
But what are all thy charms to me? What the bright summer's laughing mirth,
Or autumn's joyous revelry? Away, away, my spirit flies,
Away, away, to realms unknown; Where joy, untouched by sorrow, lies,
And peace erects her endless throne.
EXTRACT FROM THE PROSPECT OF PEACE, DELIVERED
See science now in lovelier charms appear,
These are the views that freedom's cause attend;
CONTEMPT OF THE COMMON OBJECTS OF PURSUIT.
Honor and shame from no condition rise;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Look next on greatness. Say where greatness lies:
What's fame? A fancied life in other's breath; A thing beyond us, even before our death. Just what you hear's your own; and what's unknown, The same (my lord!) if Tully's or your own. All that we feel of it, begins and ends In the small circle of our foes and friends; To all besides as much an empty shade, An Eugene living, as a Cæsar dead; Alike, or when or where they shone, or shine, Or on the Rubicon, or on the Rhine. A wit's a feather, and a chief's a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God. Fame, but from death a villain's name can save, As justice tears his body from the grave; When what t'oblivion better were consign'd Is hung on high, to poison half mankind. All fame is foreign, but of true desert ; Plays round the head; but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas;
Avd more true joy, Marcellus exil'd feels,
In parts superior what advantage lies ?
Bring then these blessings to a strict account;, Make fair deductions: see to what they 'mount; How much of other each is sure to cost; How each for other oft is wholly lost; How inconsistent greater goods with these; How sometimes life is risk'd, and always ease; Think; and if still such things thy envy call, Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they fall? To sigh for ribbons if thou art so silly, Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy. Is yellow dirt ihe passion of thy life? Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus' wife. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind; Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damn’d to everlasting fame : If all united thy ambition call, From ancient story learn to scorn them all.
EDWIN AND ANGELINA.
And guide my lonely way
With hospitable ray.
With fainting steps and slow ;
Seem length’ning as I go.'
• To tempt the dangerous gloom;
To lure thee to thy doom.
Here to the houseless child of want
My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant,
I give it with good-will. Then turn to-night, and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows; My rushy couch, and frugal fare,
My blessings and repose. No flocks that range the valley free,
To slaughter I condemn;
I learn to pity them.
A guiltless feast I bring ;
And water from the spring. Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ;
All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.'
His gentle accents fell:
And follows to the cell.
Far in a wilderness obscure,
The lonely mansion lay;
led astray. No stores beneath its humble thatch,
Requir'd a master's care;
Receiv'd the harmless pair.
To take their evening rest,
And cheer'd his pensive guest : And spread his vegetable store,
And gaily press'd, and smil'd; And skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling'ring hours beguiled.