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The path that leads, where, hung sublime,
II. 3. Frail man, how various is thy lot below! To-day though gales propitious blow, And Peace soft gliding down the sky Lead Love along and Harmony, To-morrow the gay scene deforms: Then all around The thunder's sound Rolls rattling on through Heaven's profound, And down rush all the storms. Ye days, that balmy influence shed, When sweet childhood, ever sprightly, In paths of pleasure sported lightly, Wither, ah whither are ye fled ?
Ye cherub train, that brought him on his way,
III. 2. Who now will guard bewilder'd youth Safe from the fierce assault of hostile rage? Such war can Virtue wage, Virtue, that bears the sacred shield of Truth? Alas! full oft on Guilt's victorious car The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne ; While the fair captive, mark'd with many a scar, In lone obscurity, oppress'd, forlorn, Resigns to tears her angel form. Ill-fated youth, then whither wilt thou fly? No friend, no shelter now is nigh: And onward rolls the storm.
III. 3. But whence the sudden beam that shoots along ? Why shrink aghast the hostile throng ? Lo, from amidst Affliction's night, Hope bursts all radiant on the sight : Her words the troubled bosom soothe. • Why thus dismay'd ? Though foes invade, Hope ne'er is wanting to their aid Who tread the path of Truth. 'Tis I, who smooth the rugged way, I, who close the eyes of Sorrow, And with glad visions of to-morrow Repair the weary soul's decay.
[heart, When Death's cold touch thrills to the freezing Dreams of Heaven's opening glories I impart, Till the freed spirit springs on high In rapture too severe for weak Mortality.
of mind, delightful guest ! Return and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart:
We therefore need not part.
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
The banquet of thy smiles ?
great, the gay, shall they partake
And wilt thou quit the stream
To be a guest with them?
Whate'er I lov'd before ;
Farewell!'we meet no more?
Unaw'd by threats, unmov'd by force,
Collected, calm, resign'd;
source, whence human actions rise,
Thy threatend flight to stay!
And ruled with gentle sway.
Through all the various turns of fate,
My wayward lot has known,
When sorrow weigh'd me down? 'Twas Patience-temperate goddess, stay! For still thy dictates I obey,
Nor yield to passion's power ;
In one ill-fated hour.
Of her I lov'd so well;
Forbade the tide to swell ?
That antidote to pain ;
Our losses into gain.
(Sleep which e'en pain beguiles) What taught me calmly to sustain A feverish being rackd with pain,
And dress'd my looks with smiles ?