Here milder planets temperately glow; These woods a soft deciduous foliage wear, With grateful change to recreate the year; Their safe retreats, and unmolested shades No savage din of hungry yell invades, Nor in the grassy path, and rustling brake What tho' for thee no freighted vessels weigh From Ganges eastward bound to far Cathay, From rich Bahar, and Lanka's* fragrant hills Waft the dull opium, and the spicy quills; And speed in noxious traffic o'er the main Increase of luxury, the public bane; * Lanka is the mythological capital of Ceylon. Tho' at thy call no proud retinue wait, Yet sweet content ill-forfeited to Pride, And every bliss, whose homelier sweets combine These at thy wish a liberal father's store Will freely give; Thy temperance needs no more. These are the bounds that skirt Life's golden mean; Pride soars beyond, but Wisdom rests between; For these, full many a year of toil and pain Too late reclaim'd, Ambition sighs in vain ; And all her dreams of shadowy joys o'erpast, This solid good confesses at the last. But thou betimes the moral truth attend, And boldly dare begin where others end, What all by late experience learn to prize, Who first enjoys, is providently wise. |