Some sterner virtues o'er the mountain's breast May sit, like falcons cow'ring on the nest: But all the gentler morals, such as play Thro' life's more cultur'd walks, and charm the way, These, far dispers'd, on tim'rous pinions fly, To sport and flutter in a kinder sky. To kinder skies, where gentler manners reign, With tuneless pipe, beside the murm'ring Loire! Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze;1 And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore. So blest a life these thoughtless realms display, Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear, Here passes current; paid from hand to hand, They please, are pleas'd, they give to get esteem, But while this softer art their bliss supplies, It gives their follies also room to rise; For praise too dearly lov'd, or warmly sought, And trims her robes of frieze with copper lace; Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, To men of other minds my fancy flies, Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil |