POETRT. 



VERSES GN HAPPINESS. 

 For tie See. 



1 s tliere a man who ne'er Jias sorrow knowrt, 

 Nor felt the pang of fickle fortune's frown? 

 Is there a prime oi peer of noble birth, 



Who ne'er knew care disturb tlie hour of mirth? 



I fear alas ! to search for such is vain : 



The rich, the poor, alike of fate complain j 



'Tis not in pow'r nor riches to bestow 



One happy moment tuhkhhui grief ihould know. 



Who is it then that feels the /fasf distrefs ? 

 Wfio has more joys, or who fears evils left ? 

 Who does most hours of happintfs enjoy ? 

 I lojk me round, and fain would oay the boy. 



Without a sigh, we think he spends the day, 

 From play to school, from school again to play. 

 And seems not e'er a pensive hour to pafs ; 

 But 'tis not so, he also teels distrefs. 



The boy is still the miniature of man, 

 He has his views, so lays his little planj 

 if unsuccefsful, then his little cares 

 Deprefs his mind, yet tender as his yeaK. 



We look to youth, and hope we there ..UII sef. 

 A mind more calm, from anxious care more free. 

 Here too wt err ; — the yopth ambition foes, 

 And racks his heart with numberlefs desires. 



He only views the pinnacle of (?xt\e, 

 Of fiitt'ring pow'r and an immortal name, 

 But while he g'lzes on with eager eyes, 

 Ai.other gains the envied bauble prize. 



Thus d'sappointment all his linpe destroys, 

 Hieiks his pioud heart, and blasts his proml^'d joys 

 Tkrn is his temper sour'd and minhnod spent, 

 A scene of fretful, peeviih discontent ! 



Now let us erst our eyes on hoary age, 

 Ileic features grave no happy lieart presage; 

 The feeble body and the wrinkl'J brow • 

 WouM seem to sjy, beie dwell-,, nt pl^usure now ' 

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