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Ah, joyous season! when the mind is in the
Dares all things boldly but to lie; *, When thought ere spoke is unconfin'd, --
And sparkles in the placid eye. os, so
Not so in Man's maturer years, "que odig is.'
When Man himself is but a tool, tied! When interest sways our hopes and fears,
And all must love and hate by rule, it is
With fools in kindred vice the same, y ! !
We learn at length our faults to blend, !! And those, and those alone may claimsiu,
The prostituted name of friend. : ti madje
11. Such is the common lot of man:
Can we then 'scape from folly free? Can we reverse the general plan,
Nor be what all in turn must be?
12. No, for myself so dark my fate
Through every turn of life hath been; Man and the world I so much hate,
I care not when I quit the scene.
But thou, with spirit frail and light,
Wilt shine awhile and pass away, As glow-worms sparkle through the night,
But dare not stand the test of day.
Alas! whenever folly calls
Where parasites and princes meet, (For cherish'd first in royal halls,
The welcome vices kindly greet):
Ev'n now thou’rt nightly seen to add
One insect to the fluttering crowd; And still thy trifling heart is glad, To join the vain, and court the proud.
There dost thou glide from fair to fair, · Still simpering on with eager haste, As flies along the gay parterre,
That taint the flowers they scarcely taste.
But say, what nymph will prize the flame
Which seems, as marshy vapours move, To flit along from dame to dame, s
An ignis-fatuus gleam of love? !!!,
What friend for thee, howe'er inclindedir
Will deign to own a kindred care?: 2012 Who will debase his manly mind, 11 12 13
For friendship every fool may share.com te
In time forbear; amidst the throng 13.5 usil!!
No more so base a thing be seen; gwait I No more so idly pass along :- 10 J i t wel
Be something, any thing, but meandosi
Welt! thou art happy, and I feel ......
That I should thus be happy too; .1 44103 For still my heart regards thy weal ri}
Warmly, as it was wont to do. Lai
Thy husband's blest--and 'twill impartir
Some pangs to view his happier lot; ,, 7 But let them pass-Oh! how my heart
Would hate him, if he lov’d thee not!, .
When late I saw thy favourite child,
I thought my jealous heart would break; But when th' unconscious infant smild,
I kiss'd it, for its mother's sake. .
I kiss'd it, and repress’d my sighs
Its father in its face to see;
And they were all to love and me.
· Mary, adieu! I must away:
While thou art blest I'll not repine;
I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride
Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side," :
My heart in all, save hope, the same. 20
Yet was I calm : I knew the time.
My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crime
We met, and not a nerve was shook. .