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Doth Poverty create the fears
The silence of those falling tears
Trust the monition Baldwin gave,
“Life's cares the Lovers who dare brave,
Baldwin, the hoary-headed Bard,
He own'd for me a fond regard;
14. -His mind is fraught with spoils of Time; He's wise and good, though known to few : 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, * Lose not one day, one hour, of proffer'd bliss; “In youth grasp every unoffending joy, “And wing'd with rapture snatch the bridal kiss.
* Let not this chief of blessings be deferr'd,
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 great.
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18. “The bad man may, his every sense to please, * Each soft indulging luxury employ: • The plenitude of elegance and ease “He may possess;–but never can enjoy.
19. • No-though his goods, and flocks, and herds abound; • His wide demesne to fair profusion grown; • Though proud his lofty mansion looks around, • On hills, and fields, and forests, all his own:
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.”
- 22. • Envenom'd Passions all his thoughts unhinge 1
* 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: * Vain is the splendour that his dome adorns; * While he reclines on silky heaps of down, “His tortur'd mind is weltering on thorns.
24. • To prove that man opprest with mental pain, • The goods of Fortune have no power to please, * Even Suicide has oft been known to stain * The downy couch of most luxurious ease.
25. * The active life of Labour gives no room • To that dull spleen the Indolent endure; * Generous cares dispel our mental gloom,
“And Industry is Melancholy’s cure. 26. Repine
• Repine not then, that low thy lot is cast;
‘’Tis Appetite that seasons our repast,
“For all thy blessings thankfulness to wake, , ,
“Our coarest fare, when sparingly we take,
* 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
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 an old and poor.
. 30. . “Many who drudge in Labor's roughest ways, “By whom Life's simplest, lowliest walks are trod, “Happily live, to honor'd length of days, “Blessing kind Nature, and kind Nature's God.”
Why starts my love?—why rise to go?
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