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judgment clear! And gentle business my repose! "My mind be strong To combat wrong! Grateful, O king! for favours shown! Soft to complain For others' pain! And bold to triumph o'er my own! "(When fortune's kind) Acute to find, And warm to relish every boon! And wise to still Fantastic ill, Whose frightful spectres stalk at noon! "No fruitless toils! No brainless broils! Each moment levell'd at the mark! Our day so short Invites to sport; Be sad and solemn when 'tis dark. "Yet, prudence, still Rein thou my will! What's most important, make most dear! For 'tis in this Resides true bliss; True bliss, a deity severe! "When temper leans To gayer scenes, And serious life void moments spares, The sylvan chase My sinews brace! Or song unbend my mind from cares! "Nor shun, my soul! The genial bowl, Where mirth, good nature, spirit, flow! Ingredients these, Above, to please The laughing gods, the wise, below. "Though rich the vine, More wit than wine, More sense than wit, good-will than art, May I provide! Fair truth, my pride! My joy, the converse of the heart! "The gloomy brow, The broken vow, To distant climes, ye gods! remove! The nobly soul'd Their commerce hold With words of truth and looks of love! "O glorious aim! O wealth supreme! Divine benevolence of soul! That greatly glows, And freely flows, And in one blessing grasps the whole; "Prophetic schemes, And golden dreams, May I, unsanguine, cast away! Have, what I have! And live, not leave, Enamour'd of the present day! "My hours my own! My faults unknown! My chief revenue in content! Then, leave one beam Of honest fame! And scorn the labour'd monument! "Unhurt my urn! Till that great turn When mighty nature's self shall die! Time cease to glide, With human pride, Sunk in the ocean of eternity." A PARAPHRASE ON PART OF THE BOOK OF JOB.(25) To the Right Honourable Thomas Lord Parker, Baron of Macclesfield, Lord High Chancellor of Great Britain, etc. etc. My Lord, Though I have not the honour of being known to your lordship, I presume to take a privilege which men of retirement are apt to think themselves in possession of
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