Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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XV.
Sobriety.Stay, O stranger, young and mild,
Tarry on this flowery wild;
See, the sun is wearing low,
From our cottage do not go
Till again the rosy morn
Sky, and fields, and woods adorn;
So, till peep of blithesome day,
Deign, young stranger, here to stay.
Mopus.
Corteous Father, hoary Sire,
Much thy kindness I admire;
Sweet, inviting is your seat,
Sure 'tis contentment's bless'd retreat:
But too long I've been away,
So I can't much longer stay;
Friends will think I've cross'd the bourne
Whence I never shall return:
Yet your converse, Sage, to hear,
I shall give attentive ear.
Sobriety.
Since instruction thou wilt take,
It I'll tender for thy sake.
Youth's beset with many snares
Which may lure him unawares;
It behoves him much to guard
Fickle fancy's lying card;
And to weigh each step in life,
For there gins and traps are rife;
There is neither rank nor station,
Post, nor place, nor occupation,
But is fraught with trials fell,
Fit to drag the soul to hell.
If not conquer'd face to face,
And driven from the combat place,
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From sage experience it doth flow.
Mopus.
True, kind Sire! for every part
Darts conviction on the heart:
Vice I've found a liar deep,
Who all bounds and law would leap,
His vile purpose to attain;
And his adamantine chain
Binds with unsubduing power,
While the shafts of justice shower
'Round him while in this condition,
And fix him down in black perdition.
Sobriety.
Right thou art: and may the view
Of the traitor guide thee through
Life's important briary maze,
Free from all his hard assays.
Never let him have a hearing,
Though he seem e'er so endearing:
Hear but his tale, he'll thee deceive;
The devil's dialogue ruin'd Eve:
But shun the first insinuation,
Then proof thoul't stand 'gainst all temptation.
Of the traitor guide thee through
Life's important briary maze,
Free from all his hard assays.
Never let him have a hearing,
Though he seem e'er so endearing:
Hear but his tale, he'll thee deceive;
The devil's dialogue ruin'd Eve:
But shun the first insinuation,
Then proof thoul't stand 'gainst all temptation.
And, as all night thou wilt not stay,
I pray God speed thee on thy way:
Keep virtue's path, which leads to rest;
Her path is safest, and 'tis best.
I pray God speed thee on thy way:
Keep virtue's path, which leads to rest;
Her path is safest, and 'tis best.
Mopus.
Thanks, master of this verdant vale,
Thanks for thy virtue-cheering tale;
And as the sun wanes low away,
And night draws on, I cannot stay.
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