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Pleasant is it to behold
Welcome, then, the sacred lore,
O FORM'D for boundless bliss ! Immortal soul,
Why dost thou prompt the melancholy sigh, While evening shades disclose the glowing pole,
And silver moon-beams tremble o'er the sky?
These glowing stars shall fade, this moon shall fall,
This transitory sky shall melt away; Whilst thou, triumphantly surviving all,
Shalt glad expatiate in eternal day.
Sickens the mind with longings vainly great,
To trace mysterious Wisdom's secret ways; While, chain'd and bound in this ignoble state,
Humbly it breathes sincere, imperfect praise ? ·
Or glows the beating heart with sacred fires,
And longs to mingle in the worlds of love ? Or, foolish trembler, feeds its fond desires
Of earthly good? or dreads life's ills to prove ?
Back does it trace the flight of former years,
The friends lamented, and the pleasures past ? Or, wing'd with forecast vain and impious fears,
Presumptuous to the cloud-hid future haste ?
Hence, far be gone, ye fancy-folded Pains; • Peace, trembling heart; be ev'ry sigh suppress'd : Wisdom supreme, eternal Goodness reigus :
Thus far is sure-to Heaven resign the rest.*
• Thus far was right; the rest belongs to Heaven.
Pope's Prol. to the Sat. ODE.
WHAT art thou, memory of former days,
Thou know'st such pleasing sadness to impart,
Each object, that at first but common seem'd,
And by remembrance venerable deem'd.
teach, Stretching our thoughts these bounded scenes
beyond; And this their voice, and this the truth they teach. Time past to man should be an awful theme;
No magic can the fugitive recall;
Or vainly wasted, passion's wretched thrall :
Know, thou profuse, that portion was thy all ;
The priceless treasures of eternity.
And something sadly solemn mingles still
With every thought of time for ever gone, Distinct from past events of good or ill,
Or view of life's swift changes hastening ou. The sadness hence; but hence the sweetness too;
For well-spent Time soft whispers to the mind
Hopes of a blest eternity behind,
And through the maze of bliss our pathway guide,
Where bloom unfading joys on every side;
A hand all gracious leads the virtuous few,
But fairer now, and brighter every hue :
And throw dark shadows o’er this mortal scene, Blast the fair buds of hope, or snatch from sight
The dear companions of our social way,
Shows the fair scene of happiness complete:
Then friends, companions, lovers joyful meet, " Thence never more to part; and fully blown, The buds of hope, their lasting bloom, display. Then sweet Remembrance wakes without regret,