CARELESS MEN. If we the scenes of life could justly scan, NoT from the sacred will of Heav'n, By no vain superstition driven, Refuse the bitter cup; Content beneath his smile or frown, Since He whose hand hath cast me down, Again can lift me up. As life is uncertain, we all should take care, MAN should be humble, prudent, just, Vigilant, watchful of his charge, And strive these virtues to enlarge. How can men think themselves secure, Man's life is never at a stay, For while he lives, he fades away. SOME foolish mortals ev'ry hour, THAT every one must die, we all allow, But none can tell us when, or where, or how. AH! what a world! how often do we change! A time for rest, and times for joy and sorrow: On let me not myself deceive! Time lost, I never can retrieve! DISTRESS. WITH pitchy clouds by blust'ring winds o'erspread, The azure sky withheld its wonted light; Slow through a rugged path of late I stray'd, A weary trav❜ler in the gloom of night. Contemplative, and musing on my fate, Loaded with grief and bursting out in tears, Alas! said I, what horrid scenes of woe, And each affliction gives a deeper wound. Forsaken by my friends of ev'ry kind, Lonely I pass my sullen hours away, No future prospect to relieve my mind, Or cheer my bosom with one glimmʼring ray. Where now your friendship? Where the fond embrace? Where all the kindness you profess'd to show? Why such a sudden change on ev'ry face? And ev'ry former friend become a foe? P By friends neglected, and by foes oppress'd, A thousand ills disturb my troubled mind, Still struggling onward, hopeless and distress'd, I nothing now but disappointment find. Heav'n grant me fortitude and patience, here, That I, at last, with all these dangers near, May stem the tide, and weather out the storm! THE man who keeps his conscience clear, This is my case—nor smile nor frown, |