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The Curate.
THE CURATE .
A FRAGMENT .
\ _ J / 'ER the pale embers of a dying fire , His little lanipe fed with but little oile , ' ' The Curate sate ( for scantic was his hire ) And ruminated sad the morrowe's toil . 'Twas Sunday's evemeet season to
, prepare The stated lectures of the coming tyde ; No day of restc to him ,---but day of " care , At manic a church to preach with tedious ride ,: Before him sprede , his various sermons lay , Of explanation deepe , and sage advice ; The harvest gained from manie a . thoughtful daye . The fruit of
learninge , bought with heavy price . On these he cast a fond but tearful eye , Awhile he paused , for sorrowe stopp'd his throte , Arroused at lengthe , he heaved a bitter sighe , ^ - And thus complainde , as well indeed hc ° mote : " Hard is the scholar ' s lotcondemned to sail
, " Unpatronizcd o ' er life ' s tempestuous wave ; " Clouds blind his . sight ; nor blows a friendly gale , " To waft him to one port---exceptthe grave . " Big with presumptive hope , I launch'd my keele , " With youthful ardour , and bright science fratighte ; " Unanxious of thepaines long doom'd to feel
, " Unthinking that the voyage might end in noughte . " Pleased on the sunimcr-sea I daunced a-while , " With gay companions , and . with views , as fair ; " Outstripp ed by these , I ' m left to humble toil , " My fondest hope abandon'd in despair
" Had my ambitious mind been led to rise " To highest fli ghts , to Crosier and to Pall , " Scarce could I mourn the missinge of the prize , " For soaringe wishes well deserve their fall . " No tow ' ring thoughts like these engag'd my breast , ! hoped ( nor blame , ye proud , tire-lowl y plan ) ' - borne nttle cove , some parsonage of rest , " The scheme of dm v suited to the man :
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Curate.
THE CURATE .
A FRAGMENT .
\ _ J / 'ER the pale embers of a dying fire , His little lanipe fed with but little oile , ' ' The Curate sate ( for scantic was his hire ) And ruminated sad the morrowe's toil . 'Twas Sunday's evemeet season to
, prepare The stated lectures of the coming tyde ; No day of restc to him ,---but day of " care , At manic a church to preach with tedious ride ,: Before him sprede , his various sermons lay , Of explanation deepe , and sage advice ; The harvest gained from manie a . thoughtful daye . The fruit of
learninge , bought with heavy price . On these he cast a fond but tearful eye , Awhile he paused , for sorrowe stopp'd his throte , Arroused at lengthe , he heaved a bitter sighe , ^ - And thus complainde , as well indeed hc ° mote : " Hard is the scholar ' s lotcondemned to sail
, " Unpatronizcd o ' er life ' s tempestuous wave ; " Clouds blind his . sight ; nor blows a friendly gale , " To waft him to one port---exceptthe grave . " Big with presumptive hope , I launch'd my keele , " With youthful ardour , and bright science fratighte ; " Unanxious of thepaines long doom'd to feel
, " Unthinking that the voyage might end in noughte . " Pleased on the sunimcr-sea I daunced a-while , " With gay companions , and . with views , as fair ; " Outstripp ed by these , I ' m left to humble toil , " My fondest hope abandon'd in despair
" Had my ambitious mind been led to rise " To highest fli ghts , to Crosier and to Pall , " Scarce could I mourn the missinge of the prize , " For soaringe wishes well deserve their fall . " No tow ' ring thoughts like these engag'd my breast , ! hoped ( nor blame , ye proud , tire-lowl y plan ) ' - borne nttle cove , some parsonage of rest , " The scheme of dm v suited to the man :