These shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth, That inly gnaws the secret heart; And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye, That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorse, with blood defil'd, And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest wo. Lo, in the vale of years beneath A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen : This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: That numbs the soul with icy hand, To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ;-where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. ODE TO ADVERSITY. [IBID.] DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Bound in thy adamantine chain, The proud are taught to taste of pain, With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy sire to send on earth- What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learnt to melt at others' wo. Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe; By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ❜d. Wisdom in sable garb array'd, Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend: Warm Charity, the general friend, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen) With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien, With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty. Thy form benign, oh Goddess! wear, To soften, not to wound my heart, houpa The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, ad bbie What others are to feel, and know myself a man. THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN. FROM THE WELCH. [IBID.] OWEN's praise demands my song, Owen swift, and Owen strong ; Big with hosts of mighty name, Catch the winds, and join the war: |