Let us think for a moment of the sweet poet, Robert Burns, whose life was passed So sweetly in the morning Young fancy's rays the hills adorning. but when addressing us from his grave in his epitaph, he says, The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, But thoughtless follies laid him low Reader, attend, whether thy soul Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Let us, therefore, enjoy the pleasures of imagination, but be not unmindful of their limits. Let us not be Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driv'n; Although the light that leads astray Is light from heaven. THE END. C. Whittingham, Tooks Court, Chancery Lane. |