Mispending all thy precious hours, Thy glorious, youthful prime! Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, V. Look not alone on youthful Prime, Supported is his right: But fee him on the edge of life, With Cares and Sorrows worn, Then Age and Want, Oh! ill-match'd pair! Show Man was made to mourn. VI. A few feem favourites of Fate, In Pleasure's lap careft; Yet, think not all the Rich and Great, Are likewife truly bleft. But Oh! what crouds in ev'ry land, All wretched and forlorn, Thro' weary life this leffon learn, That Man was made to mourn! VII. Many and sharp the num'rous Ills More pointed ftill we make ourselves, And Man, whofe heav'n-erected face, The fmiles of love adorn, Man's inhumanity to Man Makes countless thousands mourn! VIII. See, yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil; And fee his lordly fellow-worm, The poor petition fpurn, Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife, And helpless offspring mourn. IX. If I'm defign'd yon lordling's flave, E'er planted in my mind? If not, why am I fubject to His cruelty, or scorn? Or why has Man the will and pow'r To make his fellow mourn? X. . Yet, let not this too much, my Son, Disturb thy youthful breast: This partial view of human-kind Is furely not the laft! The poor, oppreffed, honeft man Had never, fure, been born, Had there not been fome recompence To comfort thofe that mourn! |