The use, the pleasure, will the toil repay.
13. Nor study only, practise what you know ;
Your life, your knowledge, to mankind you owe,
With Plato's olive wreath the bays entwine;
Those who in study, should in practice shine.
Say, does the learned lord of Hagley's shade,
Charm man so much by mossy fountains laid,
As when arous'd he stems corruption's course,
And shakes the senate with a Tully's force?
When freedom gasp'd beneath a Cesar's feet,
Then public virtue might to shades retreat:
But where she breathes, the least may useful be,
And freedom, Britain, still belongs to thee.
14. Though man's ungrateful, or though fortune frown
Is the reward of worth a song, or crown?
Nor yet unrecompens'd are virtue's pains;
Good Allen lives, and bounteous. Brunswick reigns.
On each condition disappointments wait,
Enter the hut, and force the guarded gate.
Nor dare repine though early friendship bleed :
From love, the world, and all its cares, he's freed.
But know, adversity's the child of God;
Whom Heaven approves of most, must feel her rod.
15. When smooth old Ocean, and each storm's asleep,
Then ignorance may plough the watery deep;
But when the demons of the tempest rave,
Skill must conduct the vessel through the wave.
Sidney, what good man envies not thy blow?
Who would not wish Anytus* for a foe?
Intrepid virtue triumphs over fate :
The good can never be unfortunate;
And be this maxim graven in thy mind;
The height of virtue is, to serve mankind.
16. But when old age has silver'd o'er thy head,
When memory fails, and all thy vigour's ffed,
Then mayst thou seek the stillness of retreat,
Then hear aloof the human tempest beat;
Then will I greet thee to my woodland cave,
Allay the pangs of age, and smooth thy grave.
* One of the accusers of Socrates.
SECTION XXIV.
The Landing of the Pilgrim Father's.
"Their dauntless hearts no meteor led,
In terror o'er the ocean;
From fortune and from fame they fled
To Heaven and its devotion."
1. The breaking waves dash'd high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches toss'd;
2. And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of Exiles moor'd their bark
On the wild New-England shore.
3. Not as the Conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of Fame :
4. Not as the Flying come,
In silence and in fear;
They shook the depths of the desert's gloom,
With their hymns of lofty cheer!
5. Amidst the storm they sang;
And the stars heard, and the sea!
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the Anthem of the Free!
6. The ocean eag
soar'd
From his nes y the white waves foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roar'd-
This was their welcome home.
7. There were men with hoary hair,
Amidst that Pilgrim band-
Why had they come to wither there,
Away from their childhood's land?
8. There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth;
There was manhood's brow, serenely high;
And the fiery heart of youth.
9. What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought for Faith's pure shrine !
10. Aye! call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod !
They have left unstain'd what there they found,
Freedom to worship God!
CHAPTER I.
Select Sentences and paragraphs,
CHAPTER II.
Narrative Pieces.
6. On the immortality of the soul,
CHAPTER V.
Descriptive Pieces."
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