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written friar&039;s-carse herita

on nithside

thou who chance ay hither lead,

be thou cd rset weed,

be thou deckt silken stole,

grave these unsels on thy ul

life is but a day at ost,

sprung fro night,— darkness lost;

hope not sunshe ev&039;ry hour,

fear not clouds will always lour

as youth and love with sprightly dance,

beneath thy orng star advance,

pleasure with her siren air

ay dede the thoughtless pair;

let prudence bless enjoynt&039;s cup,

then raptur&039;d sip, and sip it up

as thy day grows war and high,

life&039;s ridian fg nigh,

dost thou spurn the huble vale?

life&039;s proud suits wouldst thou scale?

check thy clibg step, ete,

evils rk felon wait:

danrs, eagle-pioned, bold,

ar around each cliffy hold!

while cheerful peace, with l ng,

chants the lowly dells aong

as the shades of ev&039;ng close,

beck&039;ng thee to long repose;

as life itself bees disease,

seek the chiney-nook of ease;

there ruate with ber thought,

on all thou&039;st seen, and heard, and wrought,

and teach the sportive younkers round,

saws of experience, sa and und:

say, an&039;s true, nue estiate,

the grand criterion of his fate,

is not,—arth thou high or low?

did thy fortune ebb or flow?

did any talents gild thy span?

or frugal nature grud thee one?

tell the, and press it on their d,

as thou thyself t shortly fd,

the sile or frown of awful heav&039;n,

to virtue or to vice is giv&039;n,

say, to be jt, and kd, and wise—

there lid self-enjoynt lies;

that foolish, selfish, faithless ways

lead to be wretched, vile, and base

th resign&039;d and iet, creep

to the bed of stg sleep,—

sleep, whence thou shalt ne&039;er awake,

night, where d