SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETEY
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Oft did the harvest to -their sickle yield, 25
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke :
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; 3°
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
. Awaits alike thj inevitable hour : 35
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault,
If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise,
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. 40
Can storied urn or animated bust
Back to* its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid 45
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Han4s, that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre,
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; 50
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