40 He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day: Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate are mine; Not heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Fortune, that with malicious joy Does man, her slave, oppress, Proud of her office to destroy, Is seldom pleased to bless : Still various, and inconstant still, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife, I can enjoy her while she's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings, and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away: The little or the much she gave, is quietly resigned; Content with poverty, my soul I arm, And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. What is't to me, Who never sail in her unfaithful sea,' Then let the greedy merchant fear And pray to gods that will not hear, While the debating winds and billows bear His wealth into the main. For me, secure from fortune's blows, Secure of what I cannot lose, In my small pinnace I can sail, And, running with a merry gale, And see the storm ashore. XVII. HYMN TO CONTENTMENT. PARNELL. LOVELY, lasting peace of mind! Of Ambition searches all its sphere pomp and state, to meet thee there. Increasing avarice would find And seeks, (as I have vainly done,) Amusing thought; but learns to know, That solitude's the nurse of woe. No real happiness is found In trailing purple o'er the ground; Or in a soul exalted high, To range the circuit of the sky, Converse with stars above, and know'. All nature in its forms below; The rest it seeks, in seeking dies, And doubts, at last, for knowledge rise Lovely, lasting peace, appear! This world itself, if thou art here, Is once again with Eden blest, And man contains it in his breast. 'Twas thus, as under shade I stood, I sung my wishes to the wood, And, lost in thought, no more perceived Confess'd the presence of his grace. Know God-and bring thy heart to know The joys which from religion flow: Then every grace shall prove its guest, And I'll be there to crown the rest. Might I thus my soul employ, With sense of gratitude and joy: |