To know that we have walked among mankind More sinn'd against than sinning! Happy then To muse on many a sorrow overpast, And think the business of the day is done, And as the evening of our lives shall close, The peaceful evening, with a Christian's hope Expect the dawn of everlasting day. Lisbon, 1796. VI. ON MY OWN MINIATURE PICTURE, TAKEN AT TWO YEARS OF AGE. AND I was once like this! that glowing cheek That thou didst love each wild and wonderous tale Of faery fiction, and thine infant tongue Lisp'd with delight the godlike deeds of Greece And rising Rome; therefore they deem'd, forsooth, That thou shouldst tread Preferment's pleasant path. Ill-judging ones! they let thy little feet Stray in the pleasant paths of Poesy, And when thou shouldst have prest amid the crowd, Bristol, 1796. VII. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE OLD SPANIEL. AND they have drown'd thee then at last! poor Phillis! The burden of old age was heavy on thee, And yet thou should'st have lived! What though thine eye Was dim, and watch'd no more with eager joy Might still have cheer'd thy slumbers; thou didst love Was comfort. Poor old friend, how earnestly I felt from thy dumb welcome. Pensively On many a sad vicissitude of Life. Ah, poor companion! when thou followedst last Thy master's parting footsteps to the gate Which closed for ever on him, thou didst lose Thy truest friend, and none was left to plead For the old age of brute fidelity. But fare thee well! Mine is no narrow creed; Of merciless Man. There is another world Of their own charity, may envy thee. Bristol, 1796. |