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THE LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS
As by some tyrant's stern command,
Companion of my tender age,
Where fervent bees, with humming voice,
Me wrangling courts, and stubborn Law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw; There selfish Faction rules the day, And Pride and Av'ricé throng the way: Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare ; Loose Revelry and Riot bold In frighted streets their orgies hold; Or, when in silence all is drown'd, Fell Murder walks his lonely round:
No room for Peace, no room for you,
Shakspeare no more, thy sylvan son, Nor all the art of Addison, Pope's hear'n-strung lyre, nor Waller's ease, Nor Milton's mighty self must please : Instead of these, a formal band In furs and coifs around me stand; With sounds uncouth and accents dry That grate the soul of harmony, Each pedant sage unlocks his store, Of mystic, dark, discordant lore; And points with tottering hand the ways That lead me to the thorny maze.
There, in a winding, close retreat,
O let me pierce the secret shade Where dwells the venerable maid !
There humbly mark, with rev'rent awe,
Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life, The visage wan, the pore-blind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling ball, For thee, fair Justice, welcome all !
Thus though my noon of life be past, Yet let my setting sun, at last, Find out the still, the rural cell, Where sage Retirement loves to dwell! There let me taste the homefelt bliss Of innocence, and inward peace ; Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy-tribe; No orphan's cry to wound my ear; My honour and my conscience clear; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd, The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In folly's maze advance; Though singularity and pride Be call'd our 'choice, we'll step aside,
Nor join the giddy dance.