THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE. My Muse has oft slumbered in life's busy day, And oh! in the scenes on my fancy that burst, And on which with delight or with sadness I linger, Say, what shall arrest my attention the first? Where, where shall I place me—where point the fixed finger? Shall I dwell upon childhood, or press on to youth, Or look only on manhood, or Death's lessons ponder? Shall I mourn, or rejoice, or administer truth, Or most at man's folly or GOD'S mercy wonder? I gaze on the palace, contemplate the cot, Mark the tower, see the ocean, view landscapes wide-spreading, And I feel, while I think on man's changeable lot, Compassion its influence o'er my heart shedding: And I cry, 'O ye triflers, ye murmurers, say, Could your wishes be realized, what were the blessing 'Most anxiously sought, to make happy your day 'Of existence, and crown you with bliss worth possessing?' 'I'd have power,' says the statesman; 'broad empire,' the king; While yet, would we weigh our condition with care, This, this is our wisdom. Alone it deserves The name of philosophy; nor can the science This life is a trial. Our world cannot fill The void of the heart, which too surely is boundless. And eternity show our complaining is groundless: There, we may, when we know what we see here in part, In bliss springing forth from a purified heart, Without ceasing, in love, joy, and wonder exulting. Why should we not, then, as life hurries away, Submit us to GOD, and fall in with the measures His Wisdom employs, from His paths lest we stray, And fail to inherit His blood-purchased treasures? January 30, 1847. BASIL. [DESCENDANTS OF MARIA COTTON, THE DAUGHTER OF JOHN COTTON.] -Widow Elisa-Widow George, beth Hubbard, Clark, Aug. 18, 1703; six children. She d. Nov. 18, 1713. da. of Mr. Sam. Lee. July 5, 1715; she survived the Doc tor. [In a future number of the Register, the pedigree of Roland Cotton, in England, may be given, with the Emblazonry of the Armorial Bearings.] |