236 poetry. z^prU it. 



How wretched that unturnlfliM mind 

 Which to each vain pursuit inclin'd. 



Is ever bent to roam ! 

 Oh ! be that restlefs •tate abhorr'd 1 

 Seek not for happinefs abroad. 



She's only found at home ! 



Ye sages who, with anxious care, 

 Rov'd thro' the fleeting tracks of air, 



A vacuum to find} 

 Wiser had ye employ'd your Ikill, 

 With solid sense and worth to fill 



The vacuum of the mind. 



Let choice, not wrinkled spleen, engage 

 The mind to quit the Vorld's gay stage. 



Where folly's scenes are play'd; 

 Sour discontent and pining care. 

 Attaint the fragrance of the air. 



Disturb the silent fliade. 



Not wounded by misfortune's dart, 

 I seek to eace the rankling smart 



Of thorny-fest'ring woe ; 

 But far remote from crowds and noise, 

 To reap fair virtue's placid joys. 



In wisdom's soil they grow. • 



I aflc not pageant pomp nor wealth, 

 Por blest with competence and health, 



'Twere foUy to be great ; 

 May I thro' life serenely slide. 

 As yon clear streams that silent glide, 



Nor quit this lov'd retreat. 



Beneath this leafy arch reclin'd, 

 I taste more true content of mind 



Than frolic mirth can give. 

 Here to the busy world unknown, 

 I feel each blefsful hour my own. 



And learn the art to live ! 



While turning nature's volume o'er, 

 Frelh beauties rise, unseen before. 



To strike th* astonifli'd soul ; 

 Our mental harmony improves, 

 To mark each pl.net, how it movei, 



How all in Older roll ! 



