Wild his bursting eye-balls roll; Keen Remorse, and grim Despair. Vengeance!" the stern Tormentor howls again, Where then may Peace erect her stedfast throne? And only there-her Paradise is found, O blest the man! whose aims and ardors rise These shall like fragrant incense rise, 10. Doth Poverty create the fears That o'er your love their shadows fling? The silence of those falling tears Confesses all the truth I sing. 11. O! Mary, let not empty shew, 12. Trust the monition Baldwin gave, Our future bliss its truth shall prove : 'Life's cares the Lovers who dare brave, • Shall find their rich reward in Love,' 13. Baldwin, the hoary-headed Bard, 14. His mind is fraught with spoils of Time; He gave me this advice in rhyme, And here I'll read the Song to you :— 15. Though envious Age affects to deem thee Boy, In youth grasp every unoffending joy, ' And wing'd with rapture snatch the bridal kiss. 16. Let not this chief of blessings be deferr'd, Till you your humble fortunes can improve; 'None's poor but he, by sordid fears deterr'd, Who dares not claim the matchless wealth of Love, 17. * Virtue can make most rich thy little store; • Virtue can make most bright thy lowly state: ⚫ Murmur not then that virtuous thou art poor, While prosperous Vice can make men rich and 22 great. 18. The bad man may, his every sense to please, • He may possess ;-but never can enjoy. 19. No-though his goods, and flocks, and herds abound; Though proud his lofty mansion looks around, 20. Tho' this may tempt thee, murmuring to complain, With conscience clear, and life void of offence, "Verily, then, I've cleans'd my heart in vain; "In vain have wash'd my hands in Innocence." 21. Yet could'st thou closely mark the envied Man, 22. Envenom'd Passions all his thoughts unhinge! The Slave of Vice must thy compassion move; • If still he burns with thirst of dire Revenge, • Lawless Ambition, or unhallow'd Love. 23. 'Midst gayest scenes he wears a gloomy frown: 24% To prove that man opprest with mental pain, Even Suicide has oft been known to stain 26. Repine not then, that low thy lot is cast; 'And Weariness still finds the softest rest. 27. For all thy blessings thankfulness to wake, 28. Think of the poor Greenlander's dismal caves, Where thro' their long, long night they buried lie; "Or the more wretched lands, where hapless slaves 'Hopelessly toil beneath the fervid sky. 29. In Britain-blest with peace and competence, • Rich Fortune's favours could impart no more• Heaven's blessings equal happiness dispense; Believe my words, for I am old and poor. 30. Many who drudge in Labor's roughest ways, Blessing kind Nature, and kind Nature's God." 31. What think you, is sage Baldwin right? 32. Why starts my love?-why rise to go? |