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O time! than geld more sacred; more a load
Than lead to fools, and fools reputed wise.
What moment granted man without account?
What years are squandered, wisdom's debt unpaid!
Our wealth in days all due to that discharge.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor;
Part with it as with money, sparing; pay
No moment but in purchase of its worth;
And what its worth? ask death-beds; they can tell.
Part with it as with life, reluctant; big

With holy hope of nobler life to come;

Time higher aimed, still nearer the great mark
Of men and angels, virtue more divine.

On all-important time, through every age,

Though much and warm the wise have urged, the

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Is yet unborn who duly weighs an hour.

"I've lost a day". the prince who nobly cried

Had been an emperor without his crown.
Of Rome? say, rather, lord of human race;
He spoke as if deputed by mankind.

So should all speak; so reason speaks in all;
From the soft whispers of that God in man,
Why fly to folly, why to frenzy fly,

For rescue from the blessings we possess?

Ah, how unjust to nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
Like children babbling nonsense in their sports,
We censure nature for a span too short;
That span too short we tax as tedious too;
Torture invention, all expedients tire,

To lash the lingering moments into speed,
And whirl us

happy riddance from ourselves.

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Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings,
And seems to creep, decrepit with his age.
Behold him when passed by; what then is seen
But his broad pinions, swifter than the winds!
And all mankind, in contradiction strong,
Rueful, aghast, cry out on his career.

We waste, not use, our time; we breathe, not live;
Time wasted is existence; used, is life;

And bare existence man, to live ordained,
Wrings and oppresses with enormous weight;
And why? since time was given for use, not waste,
Enjoined to fly, with tempest, tide, and stars,
To keep his speed, nor ever wait for man.
Time's use was doomed-a pleasure, waste a pain,
That man might feel his error if unseen,
And, feeling, fly to labor for his cure;
Not, blundering, split on idleness for ease.

We push Time from us, and we wish him back; Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

O, the dark days of vanity! while

Here, how tasteless! and how terrible when gone! Gone? they ne'er go; when past, they haunt us still; The spirit walks of every day deceased,

And smiles an angel, or a fury frowns.

Nor death nor life delights us. If time past,

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And time possessed, both pain us, what can please?
That which the Deity to please ordained
Time used. The man who consecrates his hours
By vigorous effort, and an honest aim,

At once he draws the sting of life and death;
He walks with Nature, and her paths are peace.

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to Heaven, And how they might have borne more welcome news

Their answers form what men experience call;
If wisdom's friend, her best, if not, worst foe.
But why on time so lavish is my song?

On this great theme kind Nature keeps a school
To teach her sons herself. Each night we die -
Each morn are born anew; each day a life;

And shall we kill each day? If trifling kills,
Sure vice must butcher. O, what heaps of slain
Cry out for vengeance on us! Time destroyed
Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

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Throw empires, and be blameless; moments seize;
Heaven is on their wing; a moment we may wish,
When worlds want wealth to buy. Bid Day stand still,
Bid him roll back his car, and re-import

The period past, re-give the given hour.

YOUNG.

Edward Young was born in 1681. His life was one of great activity, worldly anxiety, and literary industry. His works are numerous, but the best is his "Night Thoughts," the foundation of which was family misfortune. This great poem abounds in epigram, is full of compressed reflection, and differs essentially, in its plan, from other poems. In these the narration is usually long, and the moral drawn from it, if any there be, is short; but in the case of the "Night Thoughts," on the contrary, the narrative is short, and the morality arising from it makes up the bulk of the poem.

The truths of religion are enforced with commanding energy and persuasion, and the reader will find many noble and sublime passages, where the poet speaks as from inspiration. The pictures he draws are frequently dark and gloomy; still, good sense, maxims of the highest practical value, and passages of great force, tenderness, and everlasting truth, are constantly rising, like luminaries, to attract the spirit that wanders in darkness and gropes in error.

His style is impressive; his imagery, though sometimes redundant, is always select, chaste, nervous, and suitable. The more carefully the work is studied, the more extraordinary and magnificent will the entire poem appear. It opens out one vast scene, and the reader who can look into "those sacred recesses of the soul, where true Poetry is born and nourished, and plumes its wings for heaven," will always find new beauties, and objects of deep and abiding interest, in any part of this poem which he may chance to peruse.

45. Labor and Rest: An Allegory.

In the early ages of the world, mankind was happy in the enjoyment of continual pleasure and constant plenty under the protection of Rest, a gentle divinity, who required of her worshippers neither altars nor sacrifices, and whose rites. were only performed by prostrations upon turfs of flowers in shades of jasmine and myrtle, or by dances on the banks of rivers flowing with milk and nectar.

Under this easy government, the first generations breathed the fragrance of perpetual spring, ate the fruits which without culture fell into their hands, and slept under bowers arched by nature, with the birds singing over their heads, and the beasts sporting about them.

But by degrees each, though there was more than enough for all, was desirous of appropriating part to himself. Then entered Violence, and Fraud, and Theft, and Rapine. Soon after, Pride and Envy broke into the world, and brought with them a new standard of wealth; for men, who till then thought themselves rich when they wanted nothing, now rated their demands, not by the calls of nature, but by the plenty of others, and began to consider themselves as poor when they beheld their own possessions exceeded by those of their neighbors.

Amidst the prevalence of this corruption, the state of the earth was changed; the year was divided into seasons; part of the ground became barren, and the rest yielded only berries, acorns, and herbs. The summer, indeed, furnished a coarse and inelegant sufficiency, but winter was without any relief; Famine, with a thousand diseases, made havoc among the men, and there appeared to be danger lest they should be destroyed before a remedy could be devised.

Rites, the manner of performing divine or solemn service, as established by law, precept, or custom; formal act of religion or other solemn duty The rites of the Israelites were numerous and expensive; the rites of modern churches are more simple.

To oppose the devastations of Famine, who scattered the ground every where with carcasses, Labor came down upon the earth. Labor was the son of Necessity, the nursling of Hope, and the pupil of Art. He had the strength of his mother, the spirit of his nurse, and the dexterity of his governess. His face was wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun. He had implements of husbandry in one hand, with which he turned up the earth; in the other, he had the tools of architecture, and raised walls and towers at his pleasure.

He called out with a rough voice," Mortals! see here the power to whom you are consigned, and from whom you are to hope for all your pleasures and all your safety. You have long languished under the dominion of Rest, an impotent and deceitful goddess, who can neither protect nor relieve, but resigns you to the first attacks of either Famine or Disease, and suffers her shades to be invaded by every enemy, and destroyed by every accident.

"Wake, therefore, to the call of Labor. I will teach you to remedy the sterility of the earth, and the severity of the sky; I will compel summer to find provisions for the winter; I will force the waters to give you their fish, the air its fowls, and the forest its beasts; I will teach you to pierce the bowels of the earth, and bring out from the caverns of the mountains, metals which shall give strength to your hands and security to your bodies, by which you may be covered from the assaults of the fiercest beasts, and with which you shall fell the oak, and divide rocks, and subject all nature to your use and pleasure."

Encouraged by this magnificent invitation, the inhabitants of the globe considered Labor as their only friend, and hasted to his command. He led them out to the fields and mountains, and showed them how to open mines, to level hills, to drain marshes, and change the course of rivers. The face

Swarthy, being of a dark hue or dusky complexion, tawny. In warm climates, the complexion of men is universally swarthy or black.

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