"But, poet, whence such wide extremes? "Well may you style your labors dreams. "A son of sorrow thou, I ween, "Whose Visions are the brats of Spleen. "Is bliss a vague, unmeaning name? 66 Speak then the passions' use or aim; Why rage desires without control, "And rouse such whirlwinds in the soul? Why Hope erects her tow'ring crest, "And laughs and riots in the breast! "Think not my weaker brain turns round; "Think not I tread on fairy ground; "Think not your pulse alone beats true"Mine makes as healthful music too. "Our joys, when Life's soft spring we trace, "Put forth their early buds apace : "See the bloom loads the tender shoot; "The bloom conceals the future fruit. "Yes, manhood's warm meridian sun "Shall ripen what in spring begun. "Thus infant roses, ere they blow, "In germinating clusters grow; "And only wait the summer's ray, "To burst and blossom to the day.' What said the gay unthinking boy? Methought Hilario talk'd of joy! Tell, if thou canst, whence joys arise, Or what those mighty joys you prize. You'll find (and trust superior years) The vale of life a vale of tears. Could wisdom teach where joys abound, Or riches purchase them when found, Would sceptred Solomon complain That all was fleeting, false, and vain? Yet sceptred Solomon could say, Returning clouds obscur'd his day. Those maxims, which the preacher drew, The royal sage experienc'd true. He knew the various ills that wait Our infant and meridian state; That toys our earliest thoughts engage, And diff'rent toys maturer age; That grief at ev'ry stage appears, But diff'rent griefs at diff'rent years; That vanity is seen, in part, Inscrib'd on ev'ry human heart; In the child's breast the spark began, Grows with his growth, and glares in man. But when in life we journey late, If follies die, do griefs abate? Ah! what is life at fourscore years? [and tears. Who often wins some thousands more Not that with me these prizes shine; That harlot Fortune bubbles all! That life's a game, divines confess ; Sailors, you know, when wars obtain, And hostile vessels crowd the main, If they discover from afar A bark as distant as a star, Hold the perspective to their eyes, Let you One piece presents a rueful wild, Where not a summer's sun had smil'd; The road with thorns is cover'd wide, And Grief sits weeping by the side; Here tears with constant tenor flow, And form a mournful lake below; Whose silent waters, dark and deep, Through all the gloomy valley creep. Passions that flatter, or that slay, Are beasts that fawn, or birds that prey. Her Vice assumes the serpent's shape; There Folly personates the ape: Here Av'rice gripes with harpy's claws; There Malice grins with tiger's jaws; While sons of Mischief, Art, and Guile, Are alligators of the Nile. E'en Pleasure acts a treach'rous part; She charms the sense, but stings the heart: And when she gulls us of our wealth, Or that superior pearl, our health, Restores us nought but pains and woe, There a commission'd angel stands, And, lo! ten thousands breathe their last. I sigh, my aching bosom bleeds; Here Patience, gentle maid! is nigh, § 76. Vision the last. Death. Let not my awful theme surprise; I wear no melancholy hue; The shrowd, the coffin, pall, or hearse, Let me consign the fun'ral plume, To undertakers and their slaves. You know that moral writers say, The world's a stage, and life a play; That in this drama to succeed, Requires much thought and toil indeed!' There still remains one labor more, Perhaps a greater than before. Indulge the search, and you shall find The harder task is still behind: That harder task, to quit the stage In early youth or riper age; To leave the company and place With firmness, dignity, and grace. Come, then, the closing scenes survey; "Tis the last act which crowns the play. Do well this grand decisive part, And gain the plaudit of your heart. Few greatly live in Wisdom's eyeBut, oh! how few who greatly die! Who, when their days approach an end, Can meet the foe as friend meets friend. Instructive heroes! tell us whence Your noble scorn of flesh and sense! You part from all we prize so dear; Nor drop one soft reluctant tear; Part from those tender joys of life, The friend, the parent, child, and wife. Death's black and stormy gulph you brave, And ride exulting on the wave; Deem thrones but trifles all!-no moreNor send one wishful look to shore. For foreign ports, and lands unknown, Thus the firm sailor leaves his own; Obedient to the rising gale, Unmoors his bark, and spreads his sail; Defies the ocean and the wind, Nor mourns the joys he left behind. Is Death a pow'rful monarch? True: Perhaps you dread the tyrant too! Fear, like a fog, precludes the light, Or swells the object to the sight. Attend my visionary page, And I'll disarm the tyrant's rage. Come, let this ghastly form appear; He's not so terrible when near. Distance deludes th' unwary eye; So clouds seem monsters in the sky: Hold frequent converse with him now, He'll daily wear a milder brow. Why is my theme with terror fraught? Because you shun the frequent thought. Say, when the captive pard is nigh, Whence thy pale cheek and frighted eye? Say, why dismay'd thy manly breast, When the grim lion shakes his crest? Because these savage sights are new ; No keeper shudders at the view: Keepers accustom'd to the scene, Approach the dens with looks serene; * See the Monthly Review of New Books, for February 1751. Fearless their grisly charge explore, And scorn a sublunary root: Thus, when a mist collects around, But, while the purple surges glow, Honorio dead, the fun'ral bell The clock struck twelve-when nature sought I dream'd the spectre Death appear'd! I gaz'd-when straight arose to sight "Ah-but when youthful blood runs high, This fury, with officious care, "Sure 'tis a dreadful thing to die! "To die! and what exalts the gloom, Erewhile I took an ev'ning walk, Was streak'd with azure, green, and gold: ! Waited around the sov'reign's chair; A rising whirlwind shakes the poles, Stretch his black wings and mount the storm; As Guilt had stain'd life's various stage, G All shudder'd at the black account, So when a wolf, who scours at large, Indulge my dream, and let my pen Verres, oppress'd with guilt and shame, Shipwreck'd in fortune, health, and fame, Pines for his dark, sepulchral bed, To mingle with th' unheeded dead. With fourscore years grey Natho bends, A burden to himself and friends! And with impatience seems to wait The friendly hand of ling'ring Fate. So hirelings wish their labor done, And often eye the western sun. The monarch hears their various grief; Descends, and brings the wish'd relief. On Death with wild surprise they stared; All seem'd averse! all unprepared! As torrents sweep with rapid force, But Death maintains no partial war; ! Could ablest statesmen ward the blow, Would Grenville own this common foe? For greater talents ne'er were known To grace the fav'rite of a throne. Could genius save-wit, learning, fireTell me would Chesterfield expire? Say, would his glorious sun decline, And set like your pale star or mine? Could ev'ry virtue of the skyWould Herringt, Butler, t, Secker §, die? all? Why this address to peerage Nor Beauty's pow'rful pleas restrain: How friends, sons, daughters, husbands fell! "And shall a man arraign the skies, "Because man lives, and mourns, and dies? Impatient Reptile!" Reason cried; "Arraign thy passion and thy pride; "Ask whence thou cam'st, and what thou art; "Explore thy body and thy mind, Thy station too, why here assign'd. "The search shall teach thee life to prize, "And make thee grateful, good, and wise. "Why do you roam to foreign climes, "To study nations, modes, and times; "A science often dearly bought, "And often what avails you nought? "Go, man, and act a wiser part, "Study the science of your heart: "This home philosophy, you know, "Was priz'd some thousand years ago ||. "Then why abroad a frequent guest? "Why such a stranger to your breast? Why turn so many volumes o'er, "Till Dodsley can supply no more? "Not all the volumes on thy shelf "Are worth that single volume, Self: "For who this sacred book declines, "Howe'er in other arts he shines, Referring to the death of his late Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Wales. + Archbishop of Canterbury. Late Bishop of Durham. § Bishop of Oxford. "Know thyself;" a celebrated saying of Chilo, one of the Seven Wise Men of Greece. "O prize this intellectual flame! "This nobler self with rapture scan; "Tis mind alone which makes the man. "Trust me, there's not a joy on earth, "But from the soul derives its birth; "Ask the young rake, (he'll answer right,) "Who treats by day and drinks by night, "What makes his entertainment shine? "What gives the relish to his wine? "He'll tell thee (if he scorns the beast) "That social pleasures form the feast. "The charms of beauty too shall cloy, "Unless the soul exalts the joy. "The mind must animate the face, "Or cold and tasteless ev'ry grace. "What! must the soul her pow'rs dispense, "To raise and swell the joys of sense? "Know, too, the joys of sense control "And clog the motions of the soul; "Forbid her pinions to aspire, "Damp and impair her native fire; "And sure as Sense, that tyrant! reigns, "She holds the empress Soul in chains : "Inglorious bondage to the mind, "Heaven born, sublime, and unconfin'd! "She's independent, fair, and great, "And justly claims a large estate; "She asks no borrow'd aids to shine; "She boasts within a golden mine; "But, like the treasures of Peru, "Her wealth lies deep, and far from view. "Say, shall the man who knows her worth, "Debase her dignity and birth? "Or e'er repine at Heaven's decree, "Who kindly gave her leave to be; "Call'd her from nothing into day, "And built her tenement of clay? "Hear and accept me for your guide "(Reason shall ne'er desert your side); "Who listens to my wiser voice, "Can't but applaud his Maker's choice; "Pleas'd with that first and sov'reign Cause, "Pleas'd with unerring Wisdom's laws: "Secure, since sov'reign goodness reigns; "Secure, since sov'reign pow'r obtains. "With curious eyes review thy frame; "This science shall direct thy claim. "Dost thou indulge a double view, "A long, long life, and happy too? "Perhaps a farther boon you crave"To lie down easy in the grave. "Know, then, my dictates must prevail, "Or surely each fond wish shall fail. "Come, then, is happiness thy aim? "Let mental joys be all thy game. |