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And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled 



Those dreams of greatness ; those unsolid hepes 



Of happiness ; those" longings after fame; 



Those restless cares ; those busy bustling days ; 



Tliose gay-spent festive'nights ; those veering thoughts, 



Lost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life ? 



All now are vanished! Virtue sole survives, 



Immortal never-failing friend of man ; 



His guide to happiness on high.' Ami set ! 



'Tis come, the glorious morn ! the second birth 



Of heav'n and earth! Awakening nature hears 



The new-creating word, and starts to life, 



In every heighten'd form, from paift and death 



For ever free*. The great eternal scheme, 



Involving all, and in a perfect whole 



Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads, 



To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. 



Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, 



Confounded in the dust, adore that POWER 



And WISDOM oft arpaign'd : see now the cans* 



"Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd, 



And died neglected'; why tfte good man's sbarfe 



In life, was gall and bitterness of soul ; 



Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd 



In starving solitude ; while luxury, 



In palaces, lay straining her low thought, 



To form unreal wants ; why heav'h-born truth, 



And moderation fair, wore the red m;trks 



Of superstition's scourge; why liceu&'d paiuy 



That cntel spoiler, that embosora'd'foe, 



Imbitter'd all our-blissr. Ye good distrest ! 



Ye noble few! who-here imbelidirrg stand 



Bt-ueath life's pressure, yet bear up a while, 



And what your bounded view, which only sa-w 



A little part, deem'd evil, is no more : 



The storms of wintry time will quickly pass, 



Aiul ou unbounded spring encircle all! 



THOMSON'S WiNftn. 



