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Yes, welcome to a man in power;
And so I was—for half an hour.
But he grew weary of his guest,
And soon discarded me his breast;
Upbraided me with want of merit,
But most for poverty of spirit.

• You relish not the great man's lot?
Come, hasten to my humbler cot.
Think me not partial to the great,
I'm a sworn foe to pride and state ;
No monarchs share my kind embrace,
There's scarce a monarch knows my

Content shuns courts, and oftener dwells
With modest worth in rural cells ;
There's no complaint, though brown the bread,
Or the rude turf sustain the head;
Though hard the couch, and coarse the meat,
Still the brown loaf and sleep are sweet,

• Far from the city I reside,
And a thatch'd cottage all
True to my heart, I seldom roam,
Because I find my joys at home :
For foreign visits then begin,
When the man feels a void within.
But though from towns and crowds I fly,
No humourist or cynic I.
Amidst sequester'd shades I prize
The friendships of the good and wise.
Bid Virtue and her sons attend,
Virtue will tell thee I'm her friend :
Tell thee, I'm faithful, constant, kind,
And meek and lowly and resign'd;

say, there's no distinction known Betwixt her household and my own,'

my pride.

Author. If these the friendships you pursue, Your friends, I fear, are very few. So little company, you say, Yet fond of home from day to day? How do


shun detraction's rod ? I doubt your neighbours think you odd!

Content. I commune with myself at night, And ask my heart if all be right: If right' replies my faithful breast, I smile, and close my eyes to rest.

Author. You seem regardless of the town: Pray, sir, how stand you with the gown?

Content. The clergy say they love me well,
Whether they do, they best can tell :
They paint me modest, friendly, wise,
And always praise me to the skies;
But if conviction's at the heart,
Why not a correspondent part?
For shall the learned tongue prevail,
If actions preach a different tale?
Who'll seek my door or grace my walls,
When neither dean nor prelate calls?

With those my friendships most obtain,
Who prize their duty more than gain;
Soft flow the hours whene'er we meet,
And conscious virtue is our treat ;
Our harmless breasts no envy know,
And hence we fear no secret foe;
Our walks Ambition ne'er attends,
And hence we ask no powerful friends ;
We wish the best to church and state,
But leave the steerage to the great;
Careless who rises or who falls,
And never dream of vacant stalls ;

Much less, by pride or interest drawn,
Sigh for the mitre and the lawn.

Observe the secrets of my art,
I'll fundamental truths impart:
If you'll my kind advice pursue,
I'll quit my hut, and dwell with you.

The passions are a numerous crowd,
Imperious, positive, and loud:
Curb these licentious sons of strife;
Hence chiefly rise the storms of life:
If they grow mutinous and rave,
They are thy masters, thou their slave.

Regard the world with cautious eye,
Nor raise your expectation high;
See that the balanced scales be such,
You neither fear nor hope too much.
For disappointment's not the thing,
'Tis pride and passion point the sting.
Life is a sea where storms must rise;
'Tis Folly talks of cloudless skies:
He who contracts his swelling sail
Eludes the fury of the gale.

Be still, nor anxious thoughts employ; Distrust imbitters present joy: On God for all events depend; You cannot want when God's


friend. Weigh well your part, and do your best; Leave to your Maker all the rest. The hand which form’d thee in the womb Guides from the cradle to the tomb. Can the fond mother slight her boy? Can she forget her prattling joy? Say then, shall sovereign Love desert The humble and the honest heart?


Heaven may not grant thee all thy mind;
Yet say not thou that Heaven's unkind.
God is alike both good and wise,
In what he grants, and what denies :
Perhaps, what goodness gives to-day,
To-morrow goodness takes away.


that troubles intervene,
That sorrows darken half the scene.
True—and this consequence you see,
The world was ne'er design'd for thee :
You're like a passenger below,
That stays perhaps a night or so;
But still his native country lies
Beyond the boundaries of the skies.

Of Heaven ask virtue, wisdom, health,
But never let thy prayer be-wealth;
If food be thine (though little gold),
And raiment to repel the cold;
Such as may nature's wants suffice,
Not what from pride and folly rise;
If soft the motions of thy soul,
And a calm conscience crowns the whole ;
Add but a friend to all this store,
You can't in reason wish for more:
And if kind Heaven this comfort brings,
"Tis more than Heaven bestows on kings !

He spake--the airy spectre flies,
And straight the sweet illusion dies.
The vision, at the early dawn,
Consign'd me to the thoughtful morn;
To all the cares of waking clay,
And inconsistent dreams of day.



Hath many

Ye ductile youths, whose rising sun

circles still to run;
Who wisely wish the pilot's chart,
To steer through life the' unsteady heart;
And all the thoughtful voyage pass'd,
To gain a happy port at last:
Attend a seer's instructive song,
For moral truths to dreams belong.

I saw this wondrous vision soon,
Long ere my sun had reach'd its noon;
Just when the rising beard began
To grace my chin, and call me man.

One night when balmy slumbers shed
Their peaceful poppies o'er my head,
My fancy led me to explore
A thousand scenes unknown before.
I saw a plain extended wide,
And crowds pour’d in from every

All seem'd to start a different game,
Yet all declared their views the same :
The chase was happiness I found,
But all, alas! enchanted ground.

Indeed I judged it wondrous strange,
To see the giddy numbers range
Through roads, which promised nought, at best,
But sorrow to the human breast.
Methought, if bliss was all their view,
Why did they different paths pursue ?

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