VI. 'Life's cares they are comforts'*-a maxim laid down By the bard, what d'ye call him, that wore black gown; And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair; the A Stanza added in a Mason Lodge. Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow, *Young's Night Thoughts. WRITTEN Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these counsels on thy soul. Life is but a day at most, As As youth and love with sprightly dance, May delude the thoughtless pair; As thy day grows warm and high, Life's proud summits would'st thou scale? Evils lurk in felon wait: Dangers, eagle-pinioned, bold, Soar around each cliffy hold, While cheerful peace, with linnet song, Chants the lowly dells among. As the shades of ev'ning close, Beck'ning thee to long repose; As life itself becomes disease, Seek the chimney-nook of ease, There ruminate with sober thought, On all thou'st seen, and heard, and wrought; Saws of experience, sage and sound. 1277 Say, Say, man's true, genuine estimate, Say, to be just, and kind, and wise, Thus resign'd and quiet, creep Sleep, whence thou shalt ne'er awake, Stranger, go! Heav'n be thy guide! Quod the beadsman of Nith-side. ODE, |