.8. Ah, joyous season! when the mind Dares all things boldly but to lie; When thought ere spoke is unconfin'd, And sparkles in the placid eye. 9. Not so in Man's maturer years, When interest sways our hopes and fears, 10. With fools in kindred vice the same, The prostituted name of friend. 11. Such is the common lot of man: Can we then 'scape from folly free? Can we reverse the general plan, Nor be what all in turn must be? 12. No, for myself, so dark my fate Through every turn of life hath been; Man and the world I so much hate, 13. But thou, with spirit frail and light, 14. Alas! whenever folly calls Where parasites and princes meet, (For cherish'd first in royal halls, The welcome vices kindly greet) 15. Ev'n now thou'rt nightly seen to add And still thy trifling heart is glad, R 16. There dost thou glide from fair to fair, As flies along the gay parterre, That taint the flowers they scarcely taste. 17. But say, what nymph will prize the flame Which seems, as marshy vapours move, To flit along from dame to dame, An ignis-fatuus gleam of love? 18. What friend for thee, howe'er inclin'd, For friendship every fool may share? 19. In time forbear; amidst the throng No more so base a thing be seen; No more so idly pass along: Be something, any thing, but-mean. To * XX. 1. WELL! thou art happy, and I feel 2. Thy husband's blest-and 'twill impart 3. When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break ; But when th' unconscious infant smil'd, I kiss'd it, for its mother's sake. 4. I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs Its father in its face to see; But then it had its mother's eyes, And they were all to love and me. 5. Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. 6. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart in all, save hope, the same. 7. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crime We met, and not a nerve was shook. |