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CHILDHOOD - YOUTH.
4. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
5. Gather the rose-buds while ye may,
And that same flower that blooms to-day,
6. Something of youth I in old age approve;
7. Intemperate youth, by sad experience found, Ends in an age imperfect and unsound.
8. Youth is ever apt to judge in haste,
9. Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both.
10. Happy the school-boy! did he know his bliss,
11. By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.
12. The tear down childhood's cheek that flows,
13. There still are many rainbows in your sky,
14. A lovely being, scarcely form'd or moulded,
BYRON'S Don Juan.
BYRON'S Don Juan.
16. The helpless look of blooming infancy.
BYRON'S Childe Harold. 17. Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life. BYRON'S Childe Harold.
18. Oh mirth and innocence! Oh milk and water!
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
21. Thine was the shout! the song! the burst of joy!
And the glad heart from which all grief reboundeth.
22. The young! Oh! what should wandering fancy bring,
23. It lay upon its mother's breast, a thing
Bright as a dew-drop when it first descends,
24. I sported in my tender mother's arms,
I rode a-horseback on my father's knee;
And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me.
26. Our early days!-How often back
We turn on life's bewildering track
W. D. GALLAGHER.
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms,
2. I do not think a braver gentleman,
More active-valiant, or more valiant-young,
3. Could deeds my heart discover,
4. A form more active, light and strong,
CHURCH - CLERGY, &c.
1. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
2. He could raise scruples dark and nice, And, after, solve 'em in a trice;
As if divinity had catch'd
The itch on purpose to be scratch'd.
3. The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd,
4. At church with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 5. Such vast impressions did his sermons make, He always kept his flock awake.
DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.
6. I venerate the man whose heart is warm,
Whose hands are pure, whose doctrines and whose life
That he is honest in the sacred cause.
7. Some go to church just for a walk,
1. In mind compos'd, he sucks: thick curling clouds
3. Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
2. Thy quiet spirit lulls the lab'ring brain,
Lures back to thought the flights of vacant mirth;
And breathes contentment round the humble hearth;
REV. WALTER COLTON.