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thou whom chance may hither lead,
be thou clad in russet weed,
be thou deckt in silken ston
grave these maxims on thy soul:-
life is but a day at most,
sprung from night in darkness lost;
hope not sunshine every hour,
fear not clouds will always Lour.
happiness is but a name,
make cour
Fame a restless airy dream;
pleasures, insects on the wing
round peace, th' tend' rest flow' r of spring;
those that sip the dew alone-
make the butterflies thy own;
those that would the bloom devour-
crush the locusts, Save the flower.
for the future be prepar' d:
guard wherever thou can' ST not shun.
but, thy
welcome what thou can' ST not shun.
follies past give thou to air-
make their consequence thy care. <
and dishonour not thy kind.
reverence with lowly heart
him, whose wondrous work thou art;
keep his goodness still in view-
thy trust, and thy example too.