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Idyllium V.

[If Glory, whilst I live, attends my Lays]

If Glory, whilst I live, attends my Lays,
Before the fatal Hour I merit Praise.
If 'tis my Fate to sing, but sing in vain,
And no Applause rewards the Poet's Strain;
Why should I strive by Song to please again?
If 'tis the Will of Jove, and such our Fate,
To change the present for a future State;
If Heav'n is just to all our Pains below,
An Age of Joy succeeds this World of Woe.
But if the Pow'rs assign one Life to Man,
To all, and that contracted to a Span;
Why all this Trouble, why our needless Cares,
In this short Journey of uncertain Years?
In Search of Wealth, Labour, and Arts, we try;
There's no eluding Fate, we yet must die.
Certain we all forget we're Mortals born;
The Thread's but drawn, wound up, and cut, we're gone.