Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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WISDOM. |
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WISDOM.
Methinks I would not paint thee with grey HairsAnd a thoughtfurrowed Brow! I rather would
Give thee a Child's young Heart, and bid thy Blood
Dance joyously, unchecked by Life's dull Cares!
Is not Bliss Wisdom? if then Wisdom wears
Pain's Livery, it is a sorry Mood,
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Is joyous Thoughts, and with these she repairs
The Injuries of Time: a wayside Flower,
A passing Cloud, can make her happier
Than Mammon's Darling 'mid his hoarded Ore!
And if in this so troubled World her Hour
Of Grief she too must feel, she has a Lore
Can make its Bitterness more sweet to her,
Than e'en Prosperity to those who know
Not its true Use, nor whence its Blessings flow!
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