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See how the wand'ring croud mistake their way, And, tost about by their own error, stray ! This tumbles headlong from an unseen hill; That lights on a blind path and wanders ftill. * With hafte, but not good fpeed, This hurries on; That moves no faster than a fnail might run. While to and fro another haftes in vain, No sooner in the right, than out again. HERE one walks on alone, whose boalted Ikil) Invites another to attend him ftill; Till among thorns or miry pools they tread, This by his guide, THÁT by himself mifled. Here one in a perpetual circle moves, Another, THERE, in endless mazes roves; And when he thinks his weary 'ramble done, He finds (alas!) he has but just begun. Thus still in droves, the blinded rabble stray, And led by error miss the narrow way.
O that my ways directed were by, thee, From the deceits of baneful error free! 'Till all my motion, like a dart's, became Swift as its flight, unerring as its aim. And when thy law requires me to obey, Let me not loiter, nor mistake the way : But be thyself the bow, thy LAW the white, And I the ARROW destin'd for the flight. And when thou'rt pleas'd to shew thy greatest skill, Make me the polishid shaft t'obey thy will.
ON THE MIS IMPROVEMENT OF TIME,
THE vernal Aowers, unconfciqus of their bloqm,
From day to day exhale a short perfume;
The brutal tribes ferenely thoughtless graze
But I, distinguish'd with the awful power
From my first being measur'd by the fun,
They shrink into a short contracted span; In these a BABE, in size and years a MAN: These seeds of life divine; as yet ungrown, Or (O tremendous thought !) ev’n yet unsown; My foot just enter'd in the heav'nly road, Unskill'd in the fair path which leads to God; My work undone; my acquisitions small; One day, alas ! sufficient for them all. How vig'rous, earthly trifles to pursue, How flow while heaven's high objects are in view! Pronouncing mortal things with: ready tongue, But lifping themes divine, and stammering long. How faint my taste for solid, manly joys ! Raptur'd with baubles, pleas'd with childish toys; To eat, and drink, and fleep, by instinct taughty Untraind to manly exercise or thought ! In me, alas ! how fadly reconcil'd The wide extremes of man and of the child. Ah! what have I been doing? how have fled My years by ftealth, unnotic'de'er my head ?Amaz'd! surpriz'd I ask, how came I here? Amaz'd at thirty ere I was aware!... Insensibly from youth to riper age, Swiftly we glide along this mortal stage : How quick old age advances in the rear! . How near to youthilyet death perhaps, more neat. So moves the restless watch her little hand, That turns perpetual while it seems to stand; Thus unperceiv'd the candle wastes away, "I?H darkness ends its counterfeited day: V9r T
And thus the shadow on the dial cast,
The dream now disappears, th'enchanting dream,
As when th' incautious youth, who lightly fails
If thou but smile, the ocean's calm and clear,
If 'on life past my guilty eye I turn,
Yet cannot grace, unbounded grace divine,
I plead the well-spent moments of thy Son; “ I plead his death, who for his murd'rers prays, “ And, O for me, I trust, the murd'rer of my days !"
Of thirty empires, and their vaft affairs,