1066 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1806. 
Where is thy bliss—thy fame—thy mysteries where ? 
—Thee while I follow, Time already, see, 
Has touch’d with blighting hand my aubarn hair, 
And smiles contemptuous when I point to thee. 
—Oh carol as thou goest, thou village hind! | 
And whistle, as thou break’st the furrow’d plain 5 
Gay is thy heart, for vacantis thy mind, 
Not thine the thoughts that labouring mourn in vain. 
Ye, too, who sport in pleasure’s rosy ray, 
Ww ho mock the student, and his griefs despise, 
To me all maniac seem’d your frolics gay ; 
Yet blest your madness, and your folly wise. 
Can learning’s toil th’ eternal cause reveal, 
Say, why thus mix’d our virtuesand our doom, 
Teach, what the powers within that think and feel, 
/ Or tell the shuddering secrets of the tomb ? 
tr ‘hese splendid wonders, and these mysteries high, 
Are these for reasoning man too poor a theme ? 
Can helpless nature cast on these her eye, 
And long not, sigh not, for a brighter beam ? 
Ye glittering stars, that while to heaven I raise 
My thoughts, in wilder’d musings lost—destroy’d—: 
Ye glittering stars, that meet my lonely gaze, - 
In caretess grandeur scatter’d o’er the void ; 
Ye Worlds on Worlds, that silent and serene, 
Seem nought of trouble or of pain to know ; 
Ohdwells there aught within your distant scene, 
Aught that can think and feel, like man below ? 
Ye spirits that secure from earthly woes, 
Far thro’ yon azure realms in rapture speed ; 
Or,soar where full the living glory flows, 
‘And hymn at heav’n’s high throne th’ ecstatic ‘meed ; ‘ 
e By heaven’s own influence blest, inform’d, inspir’d, 
On human reasonings da rkened and forlorn, 
On minds, like mine, by endless mazes foe 
Oh look ye downin pity or in scorn? 
2 Eternal 
