Shame fled her presence; at her gentle strain,
Care softly smil'd, and Guilt forgot its pain;
The wretched thought, the happy found, her true,
The learn'd confess'd, that well their worth she knew;
The rich-could they a constant friend condemn?
believ'd-for who should flatter them?

The

poor

Thus on her name, while all disgrace attend, In every creature she beholds a friend.

REFLECTIONS

UPON THE SUBJECT

Quid juvat errore, mersâ jam puppi, fateri ?
Quid lacrymæ commissa levant delicta secute?

What avails it when shipwreck'd, that error appears? Are the crimes we commit, wash'd away by our tears?

REFLECTIONS.

"Quid juvat errore, mersâ jam puppi fateri? Quid lacrymæ commissa levant delicta secutæ ?

OVID.

WHEN all the fiercer passions cease, (The glory and disgrace of youth) When the deluded soul in peace,

Can listen to the voice of Truth; When we are taught, in whom to trust, And how to spare, to spend, to give; (Our prudence kind, our pity just) 'Tis then we rightly learn to live.

Its weakness when the body feels,
Nor danger in contempt defies;
To reason, when desire appeals,
When on experience hope relies ;
When every passing hour we prize,
Nor rashly on our follies spend,

But use it as it quickly flies,

With sober aim to serious end:

When prudence bounds our utmost views, And bids us wrath and wrong forgive; When we can calmly gain or lose,

'Tis then we rightly learn to live.

Yet thus when we our way discern,
And can upon our care depend,
To travel safely, when we learn,

Behold! we're near our journey's end.
We've trod the maze of Error round,
Long wand'ring in the winding glade;
And now the torch of Truth is found,
It only shews us where we stray'd:
Light for ourselves, what is it worth
When we no more our way can choose?
For others when we hold it forth,
They in their pride, the boon refuse.

By long experience taught, we now
Can rightly judge of friends and foes,
Can all the worth of these allow,
And all their faults discern in those;
Relentless hatred, erring love,

We can for sacred truth forego;
We can the warmest friend reprove,
And bear to praise the fiercest foe:
To what effect? our friends are gone,
Beyond reproof, regard, or care;
And of our foes remains there one,

The mild relenting thoughts to share?