Cljina asltr. 201 
Play every string in love's sweet lyre — • 
Set all its music floAving ; 
Be air, and dew, and light, and fire, 
To keep the soul-flower growing. 
3[rs. Osgood. 
The rapid and the deep — the fall, the gulf, 
Have likenesses in feeling and in life. 
And life, so varied, hatli more loveliness 
In one day than a creeping century 
Of sameness. 
Bailey. 
Youth loves and lives on change, 
Till the soul sighs for sameness ; which at last 
Becomes varietj^ ; and takes its place. 
Bailey. 
Variety's the source of joy below, 
From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow ; 
In books and love the mind one end pursues, 
And only change the expiring flame renews. 
Gay. 
Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth 
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand. 
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, 
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, 
But all to please and sate a curious taste ? 
Milton. 
