Happiness

On wide or narrow scale shall Man

Most happily describe Life's plan?

Say shall he bloom and wither there,

Where first his infant buds appear;

Or upwards dart with soaring force,

And tempt some more ambitious course?

        Obedient now to Hope's command,

I bid each humble wish expand,

And fair and bright Life's prospects seem.

While Hope displays her cheering beam,

And Fancy's vivid colourings stream,

While Emulation stands me nigh

The Goddess of the eager eye.

        With foot advanc'd and anxious heart

Now for the fancied goal I start:—

Ah! why will Reason intervene

Me and my promis'd joys between!

She stops my course, she chains my speed,

While thus her forceful words proceed:—

Ah! listen, Youth, ere yet too late,

What evils on thy course may wait!

To bow the head, to bend the knee,

A minion of Servility,

At low Pride's frequent frowns to sigh,

And watch the glance in Folly's eye;

To toil intense, yet toil in vain,

And feel with what a hollow pain

Pale Disappointment hangs her head

O'er darling Expectation dead!

        'The scene is changed and Fortune's gale

Shall belly out each prosperous sail.

Yet sudden wealth full well I know

Did never happiness bestow.

That wealth to which we were not born

Dooms us to sorrow or to scorn.

Behold yon flock which long had trod

O'er the short grass of Devon's sod,

To Lincoln's rank rich meads transferr'd,

And in their fate thy own be fear'd;

Through every limb contagions fly,

Deform'd and choked they burst and die.

        'When Luxury opens wide her arms,

And smiling wooes thee to those charms,

Whose fascination thousands own,

Shall thy brows wear the stoic frown?

And when her goblet she extends

Which maddening myriads press around,

What power divine thy soul befriends

That thou should'st dash it to the ground?—

No, thou shalt drink, and thou shalt know

Her transient bliss, her lasting woe,

Her maniac joys, that know no measure,

And Riot rude and painted Pleasure;—

Till (sad reverse!) the Enchantress vile

To frowns converts her magic smile;

Her train impatient to destroy,

Observe her frown with gloomy joy;

On thee with harpy fangs they seize

The hideous offspring of Disease,

Swoln Dropsy ignorant of Rest,

And Fever garb'd in scarlet vest,

Consumption driving the quick hearse,

And Gout that howls the frequent curse,

With Apoplex of heavy head

That surely aims his dart of lead.

        'But say Life's joys unmix'd were given

To thee some favourite of Heaven:

Within, without, tho' all were health—

Yet what e'en thus are Fame, Power, Wealth,

But sounds that variously express,

What's thine already—Happiness!

'Tis thine the converse deep to hold

With all the famous sons of old;

And thine the happy waking dream

While Hope pursues some favourite theme,

As oft when Night o'er Heaven is spread,

Round this maternal seat you tread,

Where far from splendour, far from riot,

In silence wrapt sleeps careless Quiet.

'Tis thine with Fancy oft to talk,

And thine the peaceful evening walk;

And what to thee the sweetest are—

The setting sun, the Evening Star—

The tints, which live along the sky,

And Moon that meets thy raptur'd eye,

Where oft the tear shall grateful start,

Dear silent pleasures of the Heart!

Ah! Being blest, for Heaven shall lend

To share thy simple joys a friend!

Ah! doubly blest, if Love supply

His influence to complete thy joy,

If chance some lovely maid thou find

To read thy visage in thy mind.

        'One blessing more demands thy care:—

Once more to Heaven address the prayer:

For humble independence pray

The guardian genius of thy way;

Whom (sages say) in days of yore

Meek Competence to Wisdom bore,

So shall thy little vessel glide

With a fair breeze adown the tide,

And Hope, if e'er thou 'ginst to sorrow,

Remind thee of some fair to-morrow,

Till Death shall close thy tranquil eye

While Faith proclaims "Thou shalt not die!"'