RETIREMENT. studiis florens ignobilis otí. VIRG, Georg, Lib. 4. HACKNEY'D in business, wearied at that oar Which thousands, once fast chain'd to, quit no more, But which, when life at ebb runs weak and low, All wish, or seem to wish, they could forego; The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade, Pants for the refuge of some rural shade, Where, all his long anxieties forgot Amid the charms of a sequester'd spot, Or recollected only to gild o'er And add a smile to what was sweet before, He may possess the joys he thinks he sees, Lay his old age upon the lap of ease, Improve the remnant of his wasted span, And, having liv'd a trifler, die a man. From cities, humming with a restless crowd, Whose highest praise is that they live in vain, To regions where, in spite of sin and woe, Where mountain, river, forest, field, and grove, True wisdom will attend his feeble call, And grace his action ere the curtain fall. Souls that have long despis'd their heav'nly birth, Their wishes all impregnated with earth, For threescore years employ'd with ceaseless care Rarely redeem the short remaining ten. Their fibres penetrate its tend'rest part, And, draining its nutritious pow'rs to feed Sick of the service of a world that feeds To trace, in nature's most minute design, To whom an atom is an ample field;idez to en To wonder at a thousand insect forms," T These hatch'd, and those resuscitated worms, New life ordain'd and brighter scenes to share, Once prone on earth, now buoyant upon air, Whose shape would make them, had they bulk du v bak and size, More hideous foes than fancy can devise;" With helmet heads and dragon scales adorn'd, The mighty myriads, now securely scorn'd, 11 |