295 To Woe's wide empire, where deep troubles toss, 300 305 To those, whose thought can pierce beyond an hour! O thou! whate'er thou art, whose heart exults, Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate! 319 I know thou wouldst; thy pride demands it from me: Let thy pride pardon what thy Nature needs, The salutary censure of a friend. Thou happy wretch! by blindness thou art bless'd; By dotage dandled to perpetual smiles. 315 Know, smiler! at thy peril art thou pleased: Thy pleasure is the promise of thy pain Misfortune, like a creditor severo, Stand on thy guard against the smiles of Fate. 320 325 Its favours here are trials, not rewards; Like bosom friendships to resent:nent sour'd, 330 335 340 345 Mine died with thee, Philander; thy last sigh 350 The great magician's dead! Thou poor, pale piece 355 Of virtuous praise. Death's subtle seed within, (Sly, treacherous miner!) working in the dark, Smiled at thy well concerted scheme, and beckon'd Unfaded ere it fell, one moment's prey! 360 Man's foresight is conditionally wise; Lorenzo wisdom into folly turns Oft, the first instant; its idea fair To labouring thought is born. How dim our eye! 365 Clouds, thick as those on Doomsday, drown the next; We penetrate, we prophesy in vain, Time is dealt out by particles, and cach Are mingled with the streaming sands of life. Deep silence, where Eternity begins. 370 By Nature's law, what may be may be now; There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? 375 Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps, Nor had he cauзe; a warning was denied. 385 How many fa!! as sudden, not as safe' As sudden, though for years admonish'd home; Of human ilis the last extreme beware; 390 335 6 Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears 400 405 At least their own; their future selves applauds. The thing they can't but purpose they postpone. 410 'Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, 415 Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; 420 And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think ali men mortal but themselves; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread. But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where pass'd the shaft no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrov: from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death: E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their gave, Can I forget Philander? that were strange! O my full heart!-But should I give it vent, The longest night, though longer far, would fail, And the lark listen to my midnight song. The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn ; Grief's sharpest thorn hard pressing on my breast, I strive, with wakeful melody, to cheer The sullen gloom, sweet Philomel! like thee, And call the stars to listen: every star 425 430 435 441 Is deaf to mine, enamour'd of thy lay. Yet be not vain; there are who thine excel, 4.15 And charm through distant ages. Wrapp'd in shade, Prisoner of darkness! to the silent hours How often I repeat their rage divine, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from wce! I roll their raptures, but not catch their fire. 450 455 460 |