THE BRYANITE. (Made by request, at the time some Bryanites pretended to cast a devil out of a poor lunatic, and in answer to the lines composed on that occasion.) RELIGION'S now become a jest, And nought but bawling east and west, A few for love, but more for spite, About the noisy Bryanite I can't believe such rabble-rout, Can ever drive the devil out; Therefore I do not think it right Whatever can their meaning be? Oh! blind, mistaken Bryanite! Let's ask for once-Shall reason rule? Or every one become a fool? Convince me first that black is white, And I'll believe the Bryanite. First try your faith on him, alone, Who bawls your carols up and down; And if you can restore his sight, Then I'll become a Bryanite. I wonder your poetic tool Did not return again to school, Or further learn to read and write, Before describe his Bryanite. But any clumsy, paltry job And, in like manner, give delight Now either Christian, Turk, or Jew, And will to any sect invite, I speak my mind without disguise, DREAMING. SECURELY sleeping in my bed, What strange imagination led To make me fancy I was dead? A DREAM! What furnish'd me with heaps of gold, In numbers more than could be told, Beyond what all my bags could hold? A DREAM! What robb'd me of my precious store Till I became so very poor, As those who beg from door to door? A DREAM! What secret impulse made me try T'explore the heights beyond the sky, And gave me ample wings to fly? A DREAM! What made me on the world look down, Despise the glories of a crown, Nor fear Ambition's angry frown? A DREAM! What hurl'd me down to earth again, And spend my days in grief and pain? NO DREAM! TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH OF BOILEAU. THE surly, peevish, discontented man, THE silly, rash, and unadvised man Still flies to Fortune--and upon her shoulders Loads all the folly, misery, and guilt Of his own heedless and misguided actions. As we mix altogether, or better or worse, While two men are riding upon the same horse, THOUGH Some are puff'd with self conceit And proud as pride can make 'em, Their purposes I may defeat, And make my friends forsake 'em, WHAT I honestly earn, with content I enjoy ; I have nothing to save, nor have ought to destroy; And as I grow older, grow wiser and wiser, With truth for my guide, and with Heav'n for my friend, And thus lead a good life, I shall make a good end. |