Where Judgment sits clear-sighted, and surveys LVIII. MY BIRTH-DAY. "My birth-day!"-what a different sound When first our scanty years are told, That time around him binds so fast, How hard that chain will press at last. Hail, Queen of Manners! test of truth! Ev'n business you can make polite, Of pow'r, wealth, freedom, thou the cause, Of arts, inventress thou! Without thee, what were human kind? Sun of the soul! thy beams unveil ! On Fortune's faithless sea: While undeluded, happier I, From the vain tumult timely fly, And sit in peace with thee. LI. THE ROSES. Two roses on one slender spray There sprang a little bud between. Through clouds and sunshine, storms and showers, They open'd into bloom, Mingling their foliage and their flowers, Their beauty and perfume; While foster'd on its rising stem, The bud became a purple gem. But soon their summer splendour pass'd, They faded in the wind, Yet were these roses to the last The loveliest of their kind, Whose crimson leaves, in falling round, When thus were all their honours shorn, The bud unfolding rose, And blush'd and brighten'd as the morn Till o'er each parent's drooping head My friends! in youth's romantic prime, Like these twin roses spend your time, Then be your breasts as free from cares, And in the infant bud that blows That o'er your withering hours shall shine, Fair, and more fair, as you decline: Till planted in that realm of rest Where roses never die, Amidst the gardens of the blest, Every day and every night Bring to thee the same delight; Thou art ever void of care: LX. ON HOPE. REFLECTED in the lake, I love But earthly hope, how bright soeʼer, Still flutters o'er this changing scene, As false, as fleeting as 'tis fair. |