14 THE COMPLAINT. Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears All pay themselves the compliment to think And scarce in human wisdom to do more. And that through every stage. When young, indeed, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, ON LIFE, DEATH, AND IMMORTALITY. 15 All men think all men mortal but themselves; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, The sprightly lark's shrill matin wakes the morn. Yet be not vain; there are who thine excel, To lull my griefs, and steal my heart from woe! your strain! Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life: What, now, but immortality can please? O had he press'd his theme, pursued the track Which opens out of darkness into day! O had he mounted on his wings of fire, Soar'd where I sink, and sung immortal man! How had it blest mankind, and rescued me! END OF NIGHT FIRST. THE COMPLAINT. NIGHT II. ON TIME, DEATH, AND FRIENDSHIP. то THE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF WILMINGTON. WHEN the cock crew he wept,' smote by that eye Eternal war with woe: who bears it best Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life: O had he press'd his theme, pursued the track END OF NIGHT FIRST. |