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Glitt'ring moths of sunny noon
Plum'd with gold of joy and health ? O think! a blast may come, yourselves may perish
Yet, different in this common state, What different care attends your happier fate !
Fading you may sure receive All wayward fancy craves, all soothing art can give:
While, with equal wants opprest, The child of Misery heaves his lab’ring breast,
Cheer'd by no kind assisting powers, Scarce with such crumbs sustain'd as hungry
Melt, in soft compassion melt,
Yet keener far, as more severely felt,
Warm’d his soul with genial flame
To pant for science, thirst for fame,
Much he hop'd, for many a tale
Of praise was echo'd to his ear; Full many a promise (Aatt'ring gale!)
Foretold the wish'd- for port was near,
Awhile it blew,—then dy'd away,
Like breezes with declining day, And left him, wondring wretch! forsaken quite, In Poverty's dead calm, and Disappointment's night.
What avails th’ expanded mind,
Tutor'd in the choicest lore?
Nor lets the rising spirit soar:
What avails the glowing heart,
The eye that glistens at distress; The wish all blessings to impart, Or make at least a brother's sorrow less? From Trouble's spring the deepest draught he drew, Who mourns his own hard lot, and weeps for others too.
At the sad mistaken gate When the maim'd veteran takes his suppliant stand,
Struck with the hapless warrior's state, Sudden the pitying tenant gives his hand.
--'Tis empty-See! his lids o'er flow, To send undold away the hoary son of woe.
Love too--for in the lowliest cell.
His lovewhat sorer can befall ? Is doom'd to sour its sweets, and dash his cup with gall.
Before the husband's and the father's eyes
Stormy clouds in prospect rise,
These and more he makes his own-
For these the homely robe, the scanty board,
While life in toil is ling’ring on, The drudge of science may afford :But where's the friend will cheer, when that poor life
No friend may rise, but many a foe
Will deck his visage with a smile,
Will hide in softest words the basest guile, And, while he soothes the most, will strike the deepest
Hence the pang, and hence the tear,
Swells into agony his fear
JAMES SCOTT, D.D.
Led by the Muse, my step pervades
Where Art and Sculpture reign :
And marble breathe through every vein!
To find his pow'r malignant fled; “ And what avails my dart,” he cries,
“ Since these can animate the dead? “ Since wak'd to mimic life again in stone “ The patriot seems to speak, the hero frown." There Virtue's silent train are seen, Fast fix'd their looks, erect their mien. Lol while with more than stoic soul, The Attic sage exhausts the bowl, A pale suffusion shades his eyes, 'Till by degrees the marble dies !
See there the injur'd Poet bleed!
What horror freezes every vein!
Yet not alone such themes demand
I view with melting eyes
Her infant sire with food supplies.
His squalid hair, and galling chains:
His hoary head her hand sustains;
Lo! there the wild Assyrian queen,
While pale Sedition trembling stood ;