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Alas! regardless of their doom

The little victims play!
No sense have they of ills to come,

Nor care beyond to-day :
Yet see, how all around them wait
The Ministers of human fate,

And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Ah, show them where in ambush stand,
To seize their prey, the murd'rous band !

Ah, tell them they are men!

These shall the fury Passions tear,

The vultures of the mind,
Disdainful Anger, pallid fear,

And Shame that skulks behind ;
Or pining love shall waste their youth,
Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth,

That inly gnaws the secret heart :
And Envy wan, and faded Care,
Grim visag'd comfortless Despair,

And Sorrow's piercing dart.

Ambition this shall tempt to rise,

Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,

And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,

That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow :
And keen Remorse, with blood defil'd,
And moody madness laughing wild
Amid severest woe.
• And Madness laughing in his ireful mood.

Dryden's Fable of Palemon and Arcite.

Say, Father T'HAMES, for thou hast seen

Full many a sprightly race
Disporting on thy margent green

The paths of pleasure trace ;
Who foremost now delight to cleave,
With pliant arm thy glassy wave?

The captive linnet which enthral?
What idle progeny succeed
To chase the rolling circle's speed,

Or urge the flying ball ?

While some on earnest business bent

Their murm’ring labours ply
'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint

To sweeten liberty :
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,

And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,

And snatch a fearful joy.

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Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,

Less pleasing when possess’d; The tear forgot as soon as shed,

The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new,

And lively Cheer, of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light,

That fly the approach of morn.

Alas! regardless of their doom

The little victims play!
No sense have they of ills to come,

Nor care beyond to-day :
Yet see, how all around them wait
The Ministers of human fate,

And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Ah, show them where in ambush stand,
To seize their prey, the murd'rous band !

Ah, tell them they are men!

These shall the fury Passions tear,

The vultures of the mind,
Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear,

And Shame that skulks behind;
Or pining love shall waste their youth,
Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth,

That inly gnaws the secret heart:
And Envy wan, and faded Care,
Grim visag'd comfortless Despair,

And Sorrow's piercing dart.

Ambition this shall tempt to rise,

Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter Scorn a sacrifice,

And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,

That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow;
And keen Remorse, with blood defild,
And moody madness laughing wild*

Amid severest woe.

• And Madness laughing in his ireful mood.

Dryden's Fable of Palemon and Arcite,

Lo, in the Vale of Years beneath

A grisly troop are seen,
The painful family of Death,

More hideous than their Queen:
This racks the joints, this fires the veins,
That every labouring sinew strains,

Those in the deeper vitals rage :
Lo, Poverty, to fill the band,
That numbs the soul with icy hand,

And slow-consuming Age.

To each his sufferings : all are men,

Condemn'd alike to groan ;
The tender for another's pain,

The' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since Sorrow never comes too late,

And happiness too swiftly Aies ?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more ;-where ignorance is bliss,

'Tis folly to be wise.

TO ADVERSITY.

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ESCHYLUS, in Agamemnonc.

DAUGATER of Jove, relentless power,

Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour

The bad affright, afflict the best!

Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,

And purple tyrants vainly groan,
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

When first thy sire to send on earth

Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heav'nly birth,

And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore :

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe.

Scar'd at tly frown terrific, fly

Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,

And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperse ; and with them go

The summer friend, the lattering foe;

By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. Wisdom in sable garb array'd,

Immers’d 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 chast'ning hand!

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