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5 What is Fame, bidding Envy defiance 2 The idol and bane of mankind ; What is Wit, what is Learning, or Science, To the heart that is steadfast and kind?
7 It shall thrive when the flattering forms That encircle creation decay; It shall live 'mid the wide-wasting storms That bear all undistinguish'd away.
SMILES AND TEARS.
The weather, the land, and all those that dwell in it, Like our minds that are chequer'd by hopes and by fears, In rapid succession change every minute, A constant rotation of smiles and of tears.
But the smiles and the tears the same motive
When pants the parch'd earth, as its wounds require healing, For the shower, to put forward fresh blossoms and leaves; Nature, parent to all, with affectionate feeling, Benignly sheds tears as its wants she relieves. And when kindly refresh'd, as new beauties are springing, And the sun, in rich smiles, glads the gratified sight; Thankful birds on the glistening verdure are singing, And the smiles and the tears expand equal delight. -
And so, 'twixt friend and friend, when a heartwounding sorrow Resolution o'ercomes, and sinks deep in the mind; From the tears of a friend flattering comfort we borrow, For the motive's sincere, and the action is kind : Nor when friendship's warm efforts o'ercome the vexation, Do our smiles, howe'er grateful, more pleasure excite, For they both have their source in the same sweet sensation,
And convey to the mind the same generous delight.
I INSPIR’d by so grateful a duty, In terms strongest art can devise, Bards have written those raptures on beauty, That Lovers have wafted on sighs:
I, to fill the sweet theme more completely,
For every face is dress'd sweetly,
While the heart some beneficent action
On the lip quivers mute satisfaction,
Bliss pervades ev'ry feature completely,
And the loveliest face looks more sweetly,
Othere I retreat from the sun's scorching ray,
2 With a book there I often my leisure employ, Or in friendship convivial an hour I enjoy; There tea its society sweet will afford, Or supper present its plain plentiful board. We behold in her glory the bright silver moon, As majestic she rides in her journey's high noon ; * In the morning, &c. 3 The cares of the world never trouble my mind, All is calm and serenc—to my lot I'm resign'd ; War's murmurs are hush'd eremy Arbour they reach, Or are heard but the lesson of pity to teach.t
* To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon. II, PEN SERo so.
+ Thus sitting, and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns, I seem advanc'd