Relishing truly what thy rhymes convey, "The mincing maid her mind will then bewray, Her heart-blood flaming up into her face; Grave matrons will wax wanton, and betray Their unresolvedness in their wonted grace; Young boys and girls would feel a froward spring, And former youth to old thou back wouldst bring. "All sexes, ages, orders, occupations, "But now, alas! poor solitary man, 66 And live in men who honour to me give. They honour also those that honour me With sacred songs; but thou now sing'st to trees, Now, out alas!" said I, " and we'll away; The tale thou tellest I confess too true: Fond man so doteth on this living clay, "This body's life, vain shadow of the soul, "This is the measure of man's industry, 66 From his deformed soul he far remove. Slight knowledge and less virtue serves his turn For this design. If he had trod the ring Of peddling arts, in usual pack-horse form Keeping the road; oh! then 'tis a learned thing; If any chanced to write or speak what he To cleanse the soul from sin, and still diffide Therefore the clearest truths may well seem dark, T These be our times; but if my mind's presage Of this old dirty dross, and all wax young: My words, into this frozen air I throw, Will then grow vocal at that general thaw." "Nay, now thou 'rt perfect mad," said he, with scorn, And full of foul derision quit the place: 66 Be't so, I'm mad; yet sure I am thou 'rt blind." By this the outstretch'd shadows of the trees Pointed me homeward, and with one consent Foretold the day's descent. So strait I rise, Gathering my limbs from off the green pavement, Behind me leaving then the sloping light. PATRICK CAREY. THE name of CAREY is but recently added to our list of poets. The small volume which establishes his claim to that distinction was published in 1819, by Sir Walter Scott, from the only MS. copy known to exist. appears to have been a loyalist and high-churchman. The date is 1651. Carey |