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PLEASURE replies with modest smile, “Let not a name thy heart beguile;
My name the sons of sense Have oft assum'd: but, trust me, they From happiness are far astray;
'Tis all a mere pretence.
“ To me they boast alliance near;
If you will them believe. Meanwhile they are of Circe's crew, Wretched, defil'd; with painted hue,
Weak mortals to deceive.
“CIRCE, my rival, harlot base ! Her poison'd cup the human race
To phrensy can inflame: Her blinded followers she betrays; Her specious arts, her flowery ways,
Lead on to guilt and shame.
“ Mine is a purer, nobler rise, VIRTUE, my parent, from the skies
Came down to bless the earth With me, the child she bore to Love; A beauteous happy pair above,
And here of highest worth!
“ VIRTUE, I grant, is often tried By sickness, sorrow, envy, pride;
Nor is asham'd to mourn. But trial strengthens: conscience cheers, Of death and woe prevents the fears:
Assaults to vict'ry turn,
« Of active life the hard turmoils,
In brighter triumphs end.
While all the good commend.
“ But who can paint the heartfelt glow Of holy love, of thought the flow
Reciprocal, sincere; Faith's firni repose, hope's vision bright, Of God's approving face the light,
Of prayer the rapt'rous tear?
“ Nor deem such bliss an empty form; 'Tis solid, will defy the storm,
And keep the breast serene; When all the merriment of Vice, A low-born vapour, sudden flies,
And leaves a void within.
" An aching void where nought can come,
Earnest of future woe!
True heart they do not know.
“ They dare not face rich Folly's frown; To saucy Greatness they bow down.
Held fast in Passion's chain They talk of liberty: 'tis prate. The slaves of appetite and fate,
They start at every pain.
“ Lest Death their trembling souls should seize, Their blood with mortal horrors freeze,
And all their prospects end.
An everlasting Friend!
“ In life, in death, I follow her;
To fill the human heart:
And never, nerer part!"
BY DR. JOHNSON
Stern Winter now, by Spring repress'd,
Forbears the long-continued strife; And Nature on ber naked breast,
Delights to catch the gales of life.
Now o'er the rural kingdom roves
Soft Pleasure with her laughing train, Love warbles in the vocal groves,
And Vegetation plants the plain.
Unhappy! whom to beds of pain
Arthritic tyranny consigns;
Though Rapture sings and Beauty shines.
Yet though my limbs disease invades,
Her wings Imagination tries,
Where -'s humble turrets rise.
Here stop, my soul, thy rapid fight,
Nor from the pleasing groves depart, Where first great Nature charm'd my sight,
Where Wisdom first inform'd my heart,
Here let me through the vales pursue
A guide-a father-and a friend, Once more great Nature's works renew,
Once more on Wisdom's voice attend.
From false caresses, causeless strife,
Wild hope, vain fear, alike reinov'd; Here let me learn the use of life,
When best enjoy'd—when most improv'd.
Teach me, thou venerable bower,
Cool Meditation's quiet seat,
The silent grandeur of retreat.
When pride by guilt to greatness climbs,
Or raging factions rush to war, Here let me learn to sbun the crimes
I can't prevent and will not share.
But lest I fall by subtler foes,
Bright Wisdom! teach me Curio's art, The swelling passions to compose,
And quell the rebels of the heart,