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So may the glow-worm's glimm'ring light
Thy tiny sootsteps lead
Unknown to mortal tread.
And be thy acorn goblet sill'd
From sweetest, sreshest slow'rs distih'd,
And what os lise remains sor me,
I'll pass in sober ease; Hals-pleas'd, contented will I be,
Content but hals to please.
1/ we with brutes must share a common sate,
Say, who would ever be upon their guard
'Gainst vice, is virtue meets with no reward?
Much happier does the libertine appear,
Who drinks os pleasure's cup without a sear:
His days are jovial, ev'ry scene is gay,
And in amusements pass his time away,
'Till the last period os his lise is come,
And death conducts him to the silent tomb.
Turn srom this picture os earth's happy man,
And let us that os virtue's votaries scan,
See merit ost expos'd to envious hate,
Tile srowns os sortune, and the storms os sate:
See the good man by dire missortune led,
Subservient to the wealthy sool sor bread:
There osten doom'd to hear what gives ossence,
To truth, morality, and common sense:
'Till worn with sorrow, and by gries opprest,
The weary soul sighs sor its promis'd rest,
And like the hireling, working sor his pay,
Welcomes the evening os a toilsome day:
Is this be true, what greater proos can rise
That virtue blooms but in her native skies?
The charming plant, here nurs'd withtender care,
By death transplanted, yields its produce there. ,
This thought alone can the good man sustain,'
And give him ease in poverty and pain.
Who will not calmly hear stern sortune's srown,
That knows he soon shall gain a hear'nly crown.?
Who does on sublunary bliss, depend,
ODE, IN ELFRIDA.
BY MAS 0 AT.
Hail to thy living light,
In varied beauty bright:
Away, ye goblins all! Wont the bewilder'd traveller to daunt; Whose vagrant seet have trac'd your secret haunt
Beside some lonely wall, Or shatter'd ruin os a moss-grown tow'r, Where, at pale midnight's stillest hour, Through each rough chink the solemn orb os night, Pours momentary gleams os trembling light.
Away, ye elves, away!
Shrink at ambrosial Morning's living ray;
HYMN TO CONTENTMENT.
Lovely, listing peace os mind!
Ambition searches all its sphere
Lovely, lasting Peace, appsar!
'Twas thus, as under shade I stood, I sung my wishes to the wood, And lost in thought, no more perceiv'd . The branches whisper as they wav'J: It seem'd as all the' quiet plate Consess'd the presence os: the grace. When thus she spoke—go rule thy mil, Bid thy wild passion's all be still,