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XIII. He speaks but what gratitude dictates, and truth; Recalls the gay moments of friendship and youth: He tells of past pleasures securely our own, And so much of our journey how happily gone.
Thou knowest, fair charmer of lineage divine, That soon the clear azure unclouded shall shine ; That life's transient blessings the earnest but give Of such as from Time shall no limits receive.
0, come then, dear source of good-humour and
case, Who teachest at once to be pleased and to please ; Aud ever, henceforth, with thy Rosalind dwell, Sweet Cheerfulness, nymph who all nymphs dost
WELCOME, the real state of things!
Ideal world, adieu! Where clouds, piled up by Fancy's hand,
Hang louring o'er each view.
Shall gild each humble scene;
Beneath a sky serepe.
I ask not to behold,
That dragons guard the gold.
Nor would I have the phenix build
In my poor elms his nest; For where shall odorous gums be found
To treat the beauteous guest ?
Henceforth no pleasure I desire
• In any wild extreme, Such as should lull the captived mind
In a bewitching dream.
Friendship I ask, without caprice,
When faults are over-seen ; Errors on both sides mix'd with truth,
And kind good-will between :
VJI. Health, that may best its value prove,
By slight returns of pain; Amusements to enliven life;
Crosses to prove it vain.
Extracting good from all,
Push this uncertain ball,
WRITTEN IN THE COUNTRY, TOWARDS THE END OF
SPRING, gay season, is no more;
When the busy world resort
Shining scenes shall vex the mind,
Then to turn the studious page
Or intent, with hand and eye,
As it lists the wind may blow :
When the verdant scenes are lost;