LINES FOR A PRIVATE THEATRICAL. 83 If to our host one small return is made, For ev'ry kindness in each shape display'd; If from our hostess, we a tear arrest, (Warm as the feelings that inspire her breast,) UPON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND; AS A WANDERER WAS LEANING OVER THE GRAVE. "Alas! the moral brings a tear, ""Tis all a transient hour below, "And we, that would detain thee here, "Ourselves-as fleetly go." Campbell. "Yet in his cheek, there was that sickliness, "Which thought and feeling leave; wearing away "The bloom of youth." IN Manhood's prime, see Southey. resign his life, Lost to its pleasure, and beyond its strife; LINES UPON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. Nor youth, nor friends, nor opulence could save, Their envied owner from the silent grave. No Sybarite, in silken harems born, Caress'd and pamper'd from his earliest morn, Or felt from infancy, a single care; No travell❜d coxcomb play'd his frothy part, But sense and judgment veil'd an upright heart; Tho' seeking in sequester'd scenes to find, Confin'd each duty to a bigot's cowl; With Hydra tongue, and more than Argus eye, In the "Belles Lettres" as in Taste excell'd; 'Till Death consign'd him to an early bier. 85 86 LINES UPON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. One awful lesson from his early fate, Let our brief moments not defer too late; Soon we, each object, most endear'd may leave, And youth and beauty fascinate no more. From these sad thoughts, and mournful views refrain, Observe yon wand'rer in the wint❜ry plain : O'erjoy'd, some father hail'd his humble birth, (Their cottage echoing to each sound of mirth ;) A friendless being, on Life's ocean tost; |