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(O how omnipotent is Time !) decrees;
Should not each warning give a strong aların?
Warning, far less than that of bosom torr.
From bosom, bleeding o'er the sacred dead!
Should not each dial strike us as we pass,

Portentous, as the written wall which struck,
O'er midnight bowls, the proud Assyrian palo,
Erowhile high flusli'd with insolence and wine ?
Like that, the dial speaks, and points to thico,
Lorenzo ! loath to break tny banquet up :-

410 O Man! thy kingdom is departing from thee, And, while it lasts, is emptier than my shade.' Its silent language such ; nor need'st thou call Thy Magi to decipher what it means. Know, like the Median, Fate is in thy walls : 415 Dost ask how? whence ? Belshazzar-like, amazed . Man's make encloses the sure seeds of death; Life feeds the murderer: ingrate! he thrives On her own meal, and then his nurse devours. But here, Lorenzo, the delusion lies;

420 That solar shadow, as it measures lise, It life resembles too. Life speeds away From point to point, though seeming to stand still. The cunning fugitive is swilt by stealth : Tuo subtle is the movenient to be seen ;

425 Yet soon man's hour is up, and we are gone. Warnings point out our danger ; gnonions, time: As these are useless when the Sun is set, So those, but when morc glorious Reason shincs. Reason should judge in all; in Reason's eye 430 That sedentary shadow travels hard; But such our gravitation to the wrong, So prone our hearts to whisper what we wish, 'Tis later with the wise than he's aware. A Wilmington goes slower than the Sun; 435 And all mankind mistake their time of day; Een Age itself. Fresh hopes are hourly sowo In furrow'd brows. So gentle life's descent,

We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain.
We take fair days in winter for the spring, 440
And t'irn our blessings into bane. Since oft
Man must compute that age he cannot feel,
He scarce believes he's older for his years.
Thus at life's latest eve we keep in store
One disappointment sure, to crown the rest, 445
The disappointment of a promised hour.

On this, or similar, Philander ! thou
Whose mind was moral as the preacher's tongue,
And strong to wield all science worth the name,
How often we taik'd down the summer's sun, 450
And cool'd our passions by the breezy stream!
How often thaw'd and shorten'd winter's eve
By conflict kind, that struck out latent truth,
Best found so sought, to the recluse more coy!
Thoughts disentangle passing o'er the lip;

455 Clean runs the thread ; if not, 'tis thrown away, Or kept to tie up nonsense for a song ; Song, fashionably fruitless, such as stains The fancy, and unhallow'd passion fires, Chiming her saints to Cytherea's fane.

460 Know'st thou, Lorenzo! what a friend contains ? As bees mix'd nectar draw from fragrant flowers, So men from Friendship, wisdom and delight; Twins, tied by Nature ; if they part, they die. Hast thou no friend to set thy mind abroach? 465 Good sense will stagnate. Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun. Had thought been all, sweet speech had been denied ; Speech ! thought’s canal; speech! thought's critorion

469 Thought in the mine may come forth gold or drons ; When coin'd in word, we know its real worth : If sterling, store it for thy future use; "Twill buy thee benefit, perhaps renown. Thought, too, deliver'd, is the more possess'd; Teaching we learn; and giving we retain 475


The births of intellect; when duinb, forgot.
Speech vertilates our intellectual fire;
Speech burnishes our mental magazine;
Brightens for ornament, and whets for use
What nurnbers, sheath'd in erudition, lie

Plunged to the hilts in venerable tomes,
And rusted in, who might have borno an edge,
And play'd a sprightly beam, if born to speech,
If born bless'd heirs of half their mother's tongue ! 484
'Tis thought's exhcange, which, like the’alternate push
Of waves conflicting, breaks the learned scum,
And defecates the student's starding pool.

In contemplation is his proud resource ? 'Tis poor as proud, by converse unsustain’d. Rude thought runs wild in Contemplation's field ; 490 Converse, the menaye, breaks it to the bit Of due restraint; and Emulation's spur Gives graceful energy, by rivals awed. 'Tis converse qualifies for solitude, As exercise for salutary rest :

495 By that untutor d, Contemplation raves ; And Nature's fool by Wisdom's is outdone

Wisdom, though richer than Peruvian mines, And sweeter than the sweet ambrosial hive, What is she but the means of happiness ?

500 That unobtain'd, than Folly more a fool ; A melancholy fool, without her bells. Friendship, the means of wisdom, richly gives The precious end, which makes our wisdom wise. Nature, in zeal for human amity,

505 Denies or damps an undivided joy. Joy is an import : joy is an exchange ; Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two Rich fruit! Heaven-planted ! never pluck'd by one. Needful auxiliars are our friends, to give

510 To social man true relish of himself. Full on ourselves descending in a line, Pleasure's bright beam is feeble in delight :

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Delight intense is taken by rebound ;
Reverberated pleasures fire the breast.

Celestial Happiness! whene'er she stoops
To visit Earth, one shrine the goddess finds,
And one alone, to make her sweet amends
For absent Heaven-the busom of a friend;
Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft,

520 Each other's pillow to repose divine. Bewire the counterfeit ; in passion's flame Ilearts melt, but melt like ice, soon harder froze. True love strikes root in reason, passion's foe: Virtue alone entenders us for life;

525 I wrong her much--entenders us for ever. Of Friendship's fairest fruits, the fruit most fair Is Virtua kindling at a rival fire, And emulously rapid in her race. O the soft eninity! endearing strife !

530 This carries Friendship to her nountide point, And gives the rivet of eternity.

From Friendship, which outlives my former themes, Glorious survivor of old Time and Death ! From Friendship, thus, that flower of heavenly seud, The wise extract earth's most hyblean bliss,

536 Superior wisdom, crownd with smiling joy.

But for wlioin blossoms this Elysian flower ? Abroad they find who cherish it at home. Lorenzo ! pardon what my love extorts,

340 An honest love, and not afraid to frown. Though choice of follies fasten on the great, None clings more oustinate than fancy fond, That sacred friendship is their easy prey Caught by the wasture of a golden lure,

545 Or fascination of a highborn smile. Their smiles the great, and the coquette, tuow out For others' hearts, tenacious of their own; And we no less of ours, when such the bait. Ye Tortune's cofferers ! ye powers of Wealth ! 550 Can gold gain friendship ? impudence of hope

As well mere man an angel might beget.
Love, and love only, is the loar. for love.
Lorenzo ! pride repress, nor hope to find
A friend, but what has found a friend in thee : 555
All like the purchase, few the price will pay;
And this makes friends such niracles below.

What if (since daring on so nice a theme)
I show thee friendship delicate as dear,
Of tender violations apt to die?

Reserve will wound it, and distrust destroy.
Deliberate on all things with thy friend :
But since friends grow not thick on every bough
Nor every friend unrotten at the core,
First on thy friend deliberate with thyself ;

565 Pause, ponder, sift; not eager in the choice, Nor jealous of the chosen : fixing, fix; Judge before friendship, then confide till death. Well for thy friend, but nobler far for thee. How gallant danger for earth's highest prize ! 570 A friend is worth all hazards we can run. • Poor is the friendless master of a world ; A world in purchase for a friend is gain.'

So sung hc (angels hear that angel sing. Angels from friendship gather half their joy) 575 So sung Philander, as his friend went rourd In the rich ichor, in the generous blood Of Bacchus, purple god of joyous wit, A brow solute, and ever laughing eye. He drank long health and virtue to his friend ; 580 His friend! who warm’d him more, who more inspired. Friendship’s the wine of life ; but friendship new (Not such was his) is neither strong nor pure. O! for the bright complexion, cordial warmth, And elevating spirit of a friend,

585 For twenty summers ripening by my side ; All feculence of falsehood long thrown down, All social virtues rising in his soul, As crystal clear, and smiling as they riso!

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