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Alas! regardless of their doom,
Yet see how all around them wait
And black misfortune's baleful train. Ah! show them where in ambush stand, To seize their prey, the murderous band, Ah! tell them they are men!
These shall the fury passions tear,
And shame that skulks behind;
That inly gnaws the secret heart;
And sorrow's piercing dart.
Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
And grinning infamy.
The stings of falsehood, those shall try, And hard unkindness' altered eye,
That mocks the tear it forced to flow; And keen remorse, with blood defiled, And moody madness laughing wild, Amidst severest wo.
Lo, in the vale of years beneath
To each his sufferings; all are men,
The tender for another's pain,
And happiness too swiftly flies ; Thought would destroy their paradiseNo more ;-where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
HYMN TO ADVERSITY.
Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
When first thy sire to send on earth,
Virtue, his darling child, designed, To thee he gave the heavenly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind.
With patience many a year she bore ;
And from her own she learnt to melt at others' woe.
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing folly's idle brood,
Wild laughter, noise, and thoughtless joy,
Light they disperse, and with them go,
The summer friend, the flattering foe;
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Wisdom in sable garb arrayed,
Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend: Warm charity, the general friend, With justice, to herself severe, And pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,
Dread goddess, lay thy chastening hand! Not in thy gorgon terrors clad,
Not circled with the vengeful band,
As by the impious thou art seen,
With thundering voice, and threatening mien, With screaming horror's funeral cry, Despair, and fell disease, and ghastly poverty.
Thy form benign, O goddess wear,
Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there,
To soften, not to wound the heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are, to feel, and know myself a man.
FROM "THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES:
ON what foundation stands the warrior's pride,
Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain ;