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Yet the dark Indians never will reflect,
No Deity adore, no Heav'n expect.

Thoughtless they live, nor heed an After-ftate,
Intent on Earth, and careless of their Fate.
'Tis hard to wake when drowzy Mists arife,
And pleafing Slumbers clofe the willing Eyes:
Such is the Toil, for an untutor'd Mind

To rouze itself, or hidden Truths to find.
The Youth thus taught, how Heaven will be obey'd
And what returns of Duty must be paid;

Then farther teach, and let him early know,
What to ourselves, and what to Men we owe.
Now ev'ry tender Sentiment improve,
And let the Heart with fofter Paffions move.
When Vices first their baneful Influence show,
And when his little Cheeks with Anger glow;
When once the Seeds of partial Hate appear,
Or envious Rage lets fall a filent Tear,
Then Parents, if you love your growing Heir,
Be juftly angry, nor Correction spare,
But kill the noxious Weeds with timely Care.

Now Wrong forbid, and teach what Rules are juft,
And what the Ties of Love and mutual Truft;
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What Honour bids, and Gratitude requires,
And what Refpect is paid to hoary Sires.

A Father's Love and Mother's Care commend,

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What Wretch, when thus inform'd, will not obey
The Author of himself, and grateful Honours pay?
Then fix the Bands of Government, and show
Who are the Soy'reign Pow'rs which rule below;

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Who by just Laws, and an impartial Sway,
Protect the Good, and make the Ill obey.

BUT when the reasoning Soul extends her View,.
And dares look round, and the vast Search pursue ;
By Learning then the ruder Ore refine,

Polish the whole, and make the Work divine:
Ingenuous Arts will mildly purge away

The droffy Subftance, and the base Allay.
Say, is not this the foft, the docil Age,
Whofe Actions will the future Man engage?

Now vig'rous Streams fpout from the lab'ring Heart
And ready Wit and lively Sense impart.

Lose not the time: the moift, the tender Brain
Is eafy form'd, and will each Hint retain.
The Soul's prepar'd for Wisdom's facred Lore;
Ranfack the Grecian and the Roman Store.
Let the Youth labour with inceffant Pains,
And hourly read, and fearch the great Remains. -
Nor Authors of a modern Date difdain,
Whofe worthy Labours antient Truths explain;
The Mufe will ftill admire the Latian Groves,
She the bleft Soil, and happy Climate loves.
The French in Language pure, in Senfe polite,,
The willing Reader to the Task invite.

The lofty Spaniard is inftructive found,

Tho foaring in his Flights, and fond of pompous Sound.

By a juft Hiftory the Mind's improv'd,

For Men are ever by Example mov❜d.

It fhows the World, and to Reflection brings
The Fall of Empires, and the Fate of Kings.

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It brings back Time, and the past Age retrieves,
And here th' immortal Chief unenvy'd lives.
Actions thus told heroick Worth inspire,
And kindle in the Soul an active Fire,
And ftir the Breaft with emulous Defire.
But those who wild romantick Stories feign,
The Fuftian Hero beyond Nature ftrain;

They form new Worlds, and tell of Kings unknown,
Battles ne'er fought, and Victories ne'er won,
Of monstrous Giants, and unequal Fights,
And Dragons fell engag'd by doughty Knights;
The Fairy Scene by pompous Show delights,
By Fancy rul'd, weak Judgments please themselves
With Chiefs enchanted, and with wandring Elves.
But let the Youth the empty Tale despise,
Remove the vain Amusement from his Eyes;
For falfe Ideas, if indulg'd, at last

Deprave the Morals, and debauch the Tafte.
But ftill the Muses claim a just Esteem;
The Bard fees Vifions, but Romancers dream.
The Moral Verfe will alway be admir'd;
Poets may teach, for Poets are infpir'd.
Vertue thus dreft, is lovely in Disguise;
And Verfe will find him, who a Sermon flies.

AND now the Voice to manly Accent breaks,
And the first Down o'erfpreads the blooming Cheeks.
When thus encreafing Strength, and youthful Fire
Forward to Action, vigorous Thoughts infpire,
And push him on to Love, and gay Defire;

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Then reftlefs Paffions, with a fudden Flood,
Disturb the Man, and ftir the rifing Blood.
Now the Tides fwell, and foamy Billows roul,
And rapid Torrents hurry on the Soul.

Youth fondly mocks the Dictates of the Wife,
And scornful fimiles, when hoary Hairs advise;
The wanton Swain, when flufh'd in blooming Years,
The leaft Réftraint (ah too impatient!) bears.
Yet a bright Ray may pierce the yielding Shade,
And fudden fhine around the darkfome Glade.
Wisdom will buoy the finking Soul, and fave
Amidst the Floods, and dare the coming Wave.
But ah! unwearied watch, with Caution steer,
And careful look, when winding Gulphs appear;
Or foon in the swift circling Current toft,
You'll whirl around, and be in Eddies loft.

BUT would you throughly purge the vicious Stain,
Exert the Man, and let no Paffion reign;
Believe the Soul, when freed from preffing Clay,
Will to fome unknown Region wing away.
Think righteous Heav'n will its own Laws regard,
And punish those whom Juftice can't reward.
But if no Fiends in gloomy Darkness howl,
Nor Ghosts in airy Forms confefs the Soul:
If fulph'rous Lakes, and livid Fires below,
To Priefts their Being, or to Statesmen owe;
If vain we hope a bright Expanfe above,
Where Spirits riot in Excefs of Love;
If after Death be nothing, nothing Death
But th' utmoft Limits of a Gafp of Breath;

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If these are all Dreams, Whimfies, and no mores
First made by Fear, and then enforc'd by Pow'r,
What Motive can reclaim the careless Boy?
He'll give a Loofe, and grafp the fleeting Joy;.
Greedy indulge what Pleasures now invite,
And fnatch the prefent Moments of Delight:
But future Joys believ'd, or future Pain,
Will curb the wild Defire, and ev'ry Lust restrain
To trace th' intelligible World, and find
Th' immortal Nature of an active Mind,

Is th' utmost Height, and most exalted View,
That Reason here can reach, or Thought pursue.
To know our God, and know our felves, is all
That we can Happiness or Wisdom call.

JUST Notions will into good Actions grow,.
And to our Reason we our Vertues owe:
Balfe Judgments are th' unhappy Source of Ill,
And blinded Error draws the paffive Will;
Deceiv'd by Show, we feldom think with Care,
While with false Beauty and affected Air,
Too often 'tis the Drefs that makes the Fair
But let not fpecious Errors foon betray;

Unmask the Cheat, and chafe the Clouds away,
Long doubt, and oft reflect, and firm Affent delay.
But ah! the Race of Life is eafy run,

While tedious Science is as yet begun ;
Thought muft the previous Strokes of Senfe attend,
And huddled Images but flow afcend.
From earthy Dregs the circling Fogs arife,.
And mifty Vapours skim before our Eyes

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