1. O THOU, the nymph with placid eye!. O seldom found, yet ever nigh!
Receive my temp'rate vow:
Not all the storms that shake the pole,
Can e'er disturb thy halycon soul,
And smooth th' unalter'd brow.
2. O come, in simplest vest array'd,
With all thy sober cheer display'd,
To bless my longing sight;
Thy mein compos'd, thy even pace,
Thy meek regard, thy matron grace,
And chaste subdu'd delight.
3. No more by varying passions beat,
O gently guide my pilgrim feet
To find thy hermit cell;
Where in some pure and equal sky,
Beneath thy soft indulgent eye,
The modest virtues dwell.
4. Simplicity in attic vest,.
And Innocence, with candid breast,
And clear undaunted eye;
And Hope who points to distant years,
Fair op'ning thro' this vale of tears
5. There health, thro' whose calm bosom glide The temp rate joys in even tide,
That rarely ebb or flow;
And Patience there, thy sister meek,
Presents her mild unvarying cheek,
To meet the offer'd blow.
6. Her influence taught the Phrygian sage
A tyrant master's wanton rage,
With settled smiles to meet ;
Inur'd to toil and bitter bread,,
He bow'd his meek submissive head
And kiss'd thy sainted feet.
7. But thou, O nymph, retir'd and coy!
In what brown hamlet dost thou joy
To tell thy tender tale?
The lowliest children of the ground,
Moss rose and violet, blossom round,
And lilly of the vale.
8. O say, what soft propitious hour
I best may choose to hail thy power,
And court thy gentle sway!
When autumn, friendly to the muse,
Shall thy own modest tint diffuse,
And shed thy milder day?
9. When eve, ber dewy star beneath,
Thy balmy spirit loves to breath,.
And ev'ry storm is laid?
If such an hour was e'er thy choice,
Oft let me hear thy soothing voice,
Low whisp'ring through the shade..
The Shepherd and the Philosop her.
1. REMOTE from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain ;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage;
In summer's heat and winter's cold,
He fed his flock and pen'd the fold;
His hours in cheerful labour flew,
Nor envy nor ambition knew;
His wisdom and his honest fame
Through all the country rais'd his name:
2. A deep philosopher (whose rules
Of moral life were drawn from schools)
The shepherd's homely cottage sought,
And thus explor'd his reach of thought.
Whence is thy learning? hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?
Hast thou ol. Greece and Rome survey'd,
And the vast sense of Plato weigh'd?
Hath Socrates thy soul refin'd,
And hast thou fathem'd Tully's mind?
Or, like the wise Ulysses, thrown,
By various fates, on realms unknown,
Hast thou through many cities stray'd,
Their customs, laws, and manners weigh'd 25
3. The Shepherd modestly replied,
"I ne'er the paths of learning tried;
Nor have I roam'd foreign parts,
To read mankind, their laws and arts;
For man is practis'd in disguise,
-He cheats the most discerning e
Who by that search shall wiser grow?.
By that ourselves we never know.
The little knowledge I have gain'd,
Was all from simple rature d ́ain'd ;
Hence my life's maxims took their rise,
Hence grew my settled hate to vice,
4. The daily labours of the bee
Awake my soul to industry.
Who can observe the careful ant,
And not provide for future want?
My dog (the trustiest of his kind)
With gratitude inflames my mind:
I mark his true his tailbiul way,
And in m service copy Tray.
In constancy and nuptial love,
I learn my duty from the dove.
The ben, who from the chilly air,
With pious wing pretects her care,
And ev'ry fowl that flies at large,
Instructs me in a parent's charge.
5. From nature too I take my rule,
To shun contempt and ridicule.
I never with important air,
In conversation overbear.
Can grave and formal pass for wise,
When men the solemn owl despise?
My tongue within my lips I rein;
For who talks much must taik in vain.
We from the woody torrent fly:
Who listens to the chattering pye?
Nor would I with felonious flight,
By stealth invade my neighbour's right. 6. Rapacious animals we hate ;
Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fate.
Do we not just abhorrence find
Against the toad and serpent kind?
But envy calumny and spite,
Bear stronger venom in their bite.
Thus every object of creation
Can furnish hints for contemplation;
And from the most minute and mean,
A virtuous mind can morals glean."
7. Thy fame is just," the sage replies;
"Thy virtue proves thee truly wise.
Pride often guides the author's pen,
Books as affected are as men :
But he who studies nature's laws,
From certain truth his maxims draws!
And those without our schools suffice,
To make men morat, good, and wise."
The Road to Happiness open to all Men.
1. OH happiness! our being's end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name;
That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die;
Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies,
O'erlook'd, seen double, by the fool and wise;
Plant of celestial seed, if dropt below,
Say, in what mortal soil thou deign'st to grow?
2. Fair op'ning to some court's propitious shine,
Or deep with di'monds in the flaming mind?
Twin'd with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield,
Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field?
Where grows? where grows it not? it vain our toil
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil,
Fix'd to no spot is happiness sincere ;
'Tis no where to be found, or ev'ry where; "Tis never to be bought, but always free:
And, fled from monarchs, St. John! dwells with thee. 3. Ask of the lears'd the way. The learn'd are blind; This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind; Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these : Some sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain ; Some swell'd to gods, confess ev'n virtue vain! Or indolent, to each extreme they fall, To trust in ev'ry thing, or doubt of all. 4. Who thus define it say they more or less 'i han this, that happiness is happiness?
Take nature's path and mad opinions leave;
All states can reach it, and all heads conceive;
Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell;
There needs but thinking right and meaning well-
And mourn our various portions as we please,
Equal is common sense, and common ease.
Remember, man, "the universal cause,
Acts not by partial, but by gen'ral laws;"
And makes what happiness we justly call
Subsist not in the good of one, but all..
The Goodness of Providence
1. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye-
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2. When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant:
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary wand'ring steps he leads:
Where peaceful rivers soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3. Tho' in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
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