1068 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1806. 
Not like the sage my daring mind I wing 
Aloft to bear the ensigns of thy power; 
Yet Wisdom come, and all thy pleasures bring 
To bless the silence of my lonely hour. 
Come, to my chasten’d mind thy realms reveal, 
(The glimmering path, the thorny maze | leave} 
Calm realms, where life a modest bliss may steal, 
Nor reason toi] in vain nor hope deceive. 
Scare thou the finer dreams that idly please ; 
Oh let not studious pride its strength abuse, 
Nor lofty indolence in selfish ease, 
In passive thought, the golden moments lose. 
When roams the mind to worlds in darkness closed, 
When sinks the humbled heart, and sighs to thee ; 
Tell thou of manly faith on God reposed, 
And hope shall picture what thou can’st not see. 
FOLLY. 
From the Same. 
WAY, ye grave—I war declare, 
For I the praise of Folly sing ; 
She gives my looks their careless air, 
She gives my thoughts eternal wing ; 
She gives me bliss—can you do more? 
Oh! never gaye ye such a treasare, 
Be wisdom your’s—-[’ll not deplore, 
Be Folly mine—and all her pleasure. 
Ah! what were life, of Folly reft ? 
A world which no kind sun could warm; 
A child, to step-dame reason left ; 
No sweet to please—no toy to charm ; 
Where, mirth, were then thy frolic gleams ; 
Where, wit, thy whims and gay effusions, 
And where, O hope! thy golden dreams, 
Enchanting smiles, and dear delusions, 
How, think, you, would poor friendship fare, 
Did Folly never friendship blind, 
And had not love found Folly there, 
How soon had love the world resign’d ; 
And is it not at honey moon, 
‘That Hymen laughs at melancholy ? 
And would he mournful look so soon, 
If still he kept on terms with Folly. 
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