The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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 | The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop |  |
107
THE NURSERY.
From hopes and cares, whose serious influence leads
To more important thought, and graver deeds,
The Muse, (who seeks to lighten Life's sad load,
And strew with mingled flowers our dreary road,)
Calls you to pleasures, real, chaste, serene:—
O! spare a moment for so sweet a scene!
Calls you to trace with retrospective view,
The works your Childhood wrought, the joys it knew;
From simple breasts, when harmless passions broke;
When infant lispings, nature's language spoke;
When all the Soul unbiass'd, free, sincere,
Glow'd in each smile, and gush'd in every tear.
To more important thought, and graver deeds,
The Muse, (who seeks to lighten Life's sad load,
And strew with mingled flowers our dreary road,)
Calls you to pleasures, real, chaste, serene:—
O! spare a moment for so sweet a scene!
Calls you to trace with retrospective view,
The works your Childhood wrought, the joys it knew;
From simple breasts, when harmless passions broke;
When infant lispings, nature's language spoke;
When all the Soul unbiass'd, free, sincere,
Glow'd in each smile, and gush'd in every tear.
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See the dear spot, whose little bounds employ
The Girl's whole taste, the business of the Boy!
Her fluttering bosom, splendid trifles warm:
Each colour charms; and change renews the charm:
Mark with what ecstasy her ceaseless care
Distributes beauties here, adapts them there:
While mix'd a thousand times, a thousand ways,
Rich tinsel beams, and glassy diamonds blaze:
Embrios of future fashions, to engage
More serious studies in maturer age;
When equal cares, with equal power will reign,
Perhaps less innocent, perhaps more vain!
The Girl's whole taste, the business of the Boy!
Her fluttering bosom, splendid trifles warm:
Each colour charms; and change renews the charm:
Mark with what ecstasy her ceaseless care
Distributes beauties here, adapts them there:
While mix'd a thousand times, a thousand ways,
Rich tinsel beams, and glassy diamonds blaze:
Embrios of future fashions, to engage
More serious studies in maturer age;
When equal cares, with equal power will reign,
Perhaps less innocent, perhaps more vain!
The Boy, meanwhile, whom other objects fire,
Fulfils in varied toils each new desire:
Now round and round the room with hasty strides,
On oaken steeds, a traveller he rides;
Laborious now, his strength to climb he tries,
To heights unknown solicitous to rise:
Thron'd in a chair, looks down on things below,
A King in thought, in spirit, and in show.
Fulfils in varied toils each new desire:
Now round and round the room with hasty strides,
On oaken steeds, a traveller he rides;
Laborious now, his strength to climb he tries,
To heights unknown solicitous to rise:
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A King in thought, in spirit, and in show.
Perhaps, if powers of different influence sway,
Mechanic works employ his busy day:
Then fondly anxious to secure an home,
He meditates intent the future dome;
Cards rear'd on cards, in gaudy rows ascend,
Till in a spire his little labours end.
But ah! how oft, ere that glad point he gain,
Will fickle fortune make those labours vain!
How oft mere accident his rage provoke,
To crush th' imperfect frame at one vindictive stroke!
Mechanic works employ his busy day:
Then fondly anxious to secure an home,
He meditates intent the future dome;
Cards rear'd on cards, in gaudy rows ascend,
Till in a spire his little labours end.
But ah! how oft, ere that glad point he gain,
Will fickle fortune make those labours vain!
How oft mere accident his rage provoke,
To crush th' imperfect frame at one vindictive stroke!
Trifles like these, which breasts so pure employ,
'Tis joy to see, 'tis merit to enjoy!
Trifles like these, their purport if we scan,
Mark in the boy, the features of the man.
'Tis joy to see, 'tis merit to enjoy!
Trifles like these, their purport if we scan,
Mark in the boy, the features of the man.
Watch then, ye Parents, with peculiar care,
What favorite toys engage the rising heir:
Learn thence what Virtues, happier than the rest,
Will grace his temper most, or please it best;
On these your hopes, your schemes, your prospects raise;
By these instruct, and try; reprove, and praise:
These Sense will aid; these Reason will improve;
And what the Child has felt, the Man will love.
What favorite toys engage the rising heir:
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Will grace his temper most, or please it best;
On these your hopes, your schemes, your prospects raise;
By these instruct, and try; reprove, and praise:
These Sense will aid; these Reason will improve;
And what the Child has felt, the Man will love.
| The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop | |