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That glares tremendous on the Sons of Pride.
“ Fond Youth! to Marvell's patriot fame,
“ Still strike thy blameless lyre;
“ 'Tis he, my Son, alone shall cheer
“ Thy duteous Sorrows shower : " At that sad hour, when all thy hopes decline; “ When pining Care leads on her pallid train, “ And sees thee, like the weak and widow'd Vine, “ Winding thy blasted tendrils o'er the plain. " At that sad hour shall D'Arcy lend his aid, " And raise with Friendship’s arm thy drooping head.
“ This fragment wreath, the Muses meed,
“ Where never Flatt’ry dared to tread,
« Or Interest's serviłe throng; " Receive, my favour'd Son, at my command, “ And keep, with sacred care, for D'Arcy's brow « Tell him, 'twas wove by my immortal hand, " I breath'd on every flower a purer glow; “ Say, for thy sake, I send the gift divine " To him who calls thee his, yet makes thee mine."
BY WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE.
Ducit in errorem variarum ambage viarum.
High on a hill's green bosom laid,
And o'er the landskip ran;
Is doom'd to toiling Man.
The nibbling flocks around me bleat,
Along the clover'd dale ;
And breaks the new-mown vale.
“ Hail, Knowledge, gift of heaven! I cried, E'en all the gifts of heaven beside,
Compar'd to thee, how low!
The blessings of the earth and air
But godlike Beings know.
“ How mean the short-livd joys of Sense ! But how sublime the excellence
Of Wisdom's sacred lore !
Their mighty deeds explore.
" She sees the little Spartan band, With great Leonidas, withstand
The Asian world in arms; She hears the heavenly sounds that hung On Homer's and on Plato's tongue,
And glows at Tully's charms.
" The wonders of the spacious sky She penetrates with Newton's eye,
And marks the planets roll; The human mind with Locke she scans ; With Cambray Virtue's flame she fans
And lifts to heaven the soul.
“How matter takes ten thousand forms Of metals, plants, of men and worms,
She joys to trace with Boyle:
This life she deems an infant state,
When done the mortal toil.
“What numerous ills in life befal!
And arms the breast with steel :
Unknowing wretches feel!
“ That breast excells proud Orphir's mines, And fairer than the morning shines,
Where Wisdom's treasures glow ;
Nor cares he more to know.
“ The last two tenants of the ground,
Alas, it scarce goes higher.
In vain is Milton's fire.
“ Nor sun by day, nor stars by night, Can give his soul the grand delight
To trace almighty power :