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PLATE VII. A prison.
Happy the man, whose constant thought
(Though in the school of hardship taught,)
Can send Remembrance back, to fetch
Treasures from life's earliest stretch;
Who, self-approving, can review
Scenes of past virtues, which shine through
The gloom of age, and cast a ray
To gild the evening of his day!
(Though in the school of hardship taught,)
Can send Remembrance back, to fetch
Treasures from life's earliest stretch;
Who, self-approving, can review
Scenes of past virtues, which shine through
The gloom of age, and cast a ray
To gild the evening of his day!
Not so the guilty wretch confin'd;
No pleasures meet his conscious mind;
No blessings brought from early youth,
But broken faith, and wrested truth,
Talents idle and unus'd,
And ev'ry trust of heav'n abus'd.
No pleasures meet his conscious mind;
No blessings brought from early youth,
But broken faith, and wrested truth,
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And ev'ry trust of heav'n abus'd.
In seas of sad reflection lost,
From horrors still to horrors toss'd,
Reason the vessel leaves to steer,
And gives the helm to mad Despair.
From horrors still to horrors toss'd,
Reason the vessel leaves to steer,
And gives the helm to mad Despair.
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||