Obey him, and follow his bidding!And if 'tis unpleasant to bridle the tongue,Yet talking is bad, silence good for the young--
Unterrified Seems loudly to cry:We onward go "To do what is best,
"Make not the worst of the mischief," the father peevishly answer'd;"For you see we are waiting ourselves, expecting the issue."
Thou smilest, friend, with fitting thoughts inspired;By a dread parting was thy fame acquired,Thy mournful destiny we sorrow'd o'er,For weal and woe thou left'st us evermore,And then again the passions' wavering forceDrew us along in labyrinthine course;And we, consumed by constant misery,At length must part--and parting is to die!How moving is it, when the minstrel sings,To 'scape the death that separation brings!Oh grant, some god, to one who suffers so,To tell, half-guilty, his sad tale of woe
So that the figure ere long gentler effects doth disclose.Soon and in silence is check'd the growth of the vigorous branches,
Sweep with finger bold the string,
At once the sun his lustre seem'd to pour,
Where the Lord's remains they plac'd;By the arm, that from the portal
Greets thee a thousand times!Oft stoop'd I, and caress'd it,
1775.-----CONSTANCY IN CHANGE.
If his flight the huntsman aids.