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The frighted birds the rattling branches shun,
When, if a sudden gust of wind arise,
Like fome deluded peasant, Merlin leads Through fragrant bow'rs, and through delicious
Copenhagen, March 9th, 1709.
BY DR. COTTON.
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
In folly's inaze advance;
Nor join the giddy dance.
Where love our hours employs :
To spoil our heart-felt joys.
And they are fools who roam:
And that dear hut, our home.
Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
That safe retreat the ark;
Explor'd the facred bark.
Though fools fpurn Hymen's gentle pow'r3, We, who iimprove his golden hours,
By sweet experience know, That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good
A paradise below.
Our babes shall richest comforts bring :
Whence pleasures ever rise :
And train them for the skies.
While they our wisest hours engage,
And crown our hoary hairs :
And recompense our cares.
VIII. No borrow'd joys! they're all our own, While to the world we live unknown,
Or by the world forgot: Monarchs! we envy not your state, We look with pity on the great,
And bless our humbler lot,
Our portion is not large indeed,
For nature's calls are few :
And make that little do.
Nor aim beyond our pow'r;
Nor lose the present hour.
To be resign'd, when ills betide,
And pleas'd with favours givin, Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part, This is that incense of the heart
Whose fragrance Imells to heav'n.
XII. We'll ask no long protracted treat (Since winter life is seldom sweet ;)
But when our feast is o'er, Grateful from table we'll arise, Nor grudge our sons with envious eyes
The relics of our store.
XIII. Thus hand in hand through life we'll go, Its checquer'd paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we'll tread ; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead:
XIV. While Conscience, like a faithful friend, Shall through the gloomy vale attend,
And cheer our dying breath : Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel whifper peace,
And smooth the bed of death.