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The Debtor.
Far different thoughts . employ'd my early hours , To views of bliss , to scenes of affluence born , The hand of pleasure strew'd my path with flow ' rs , " And every blessing liail'd niy youthful morii . But ah , how quick the change!—the morning gl earn ; That cheer'd my fancy with her magic ray
, Fled like the garish pageant of a dream , And sorrow clos'd the evening of my day . Such is the lot of human bliss below ! Fond hope a-while the trembling flow ' ret rears ; Till unforeseen descends the blight of woe , And withers in an hour the pride of " years .
In evil hour , to specious wiles a prey , I trusted : — ( who from faults is always free ?) And the short progress of one fatal day Was all the space 'twixt wealth and poverty . Where could I seek for comfort , or for aid ?
To whom the ruins of my state commend ? * Left to myself , abandon'd and betray'd , Too late I found the wretched have no friend 1 E ' en he amid the rest , the favourd youth , Whose vows had met the tenderest warm return ^ Forgot his oaths of constancy and truth '
, And left my child in solitude to mourn . Pity in vain stretch'd forth her feeble hand To guard the sacred wreaths that Hymen wove ' ^ While pale-eyed Avarice , from his sordid stand , Scowl'd o ' er the ruins of neglected love .
Though deeply hurt , yet sway'd by decent pride , She hush'd her sorrows with Becoming art , And faintly strove with sickly smiles to hide The canker worm that prey'd upon her heart , Norblam'd his cruelty—nor wish'd to hate Whom once she lov'd—but pitied , and forgave '
Then unrepining yielded to her fate , And sunk in silent anguish to the grave . Children of Affluence , hear a poor man ' s pray ' r ! O haste , and frfce me from this dungeon's gloom 5 Let not the band of comfortless despair Sinkmy . grey hairs with sorrow to the tomb !
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The Debtor.
Far different thoughts . employ'd my early hours , To views of bliss , to scenes of affluence born , The hand of pleasure strew'd my path with flow ' rs , " And every blessing liail'd niy youthful morii . But ah , how quick the change!—the morning gl earn ; That cheer'd my fancy with her magic ray
, Fled like the garish pageant of a dream , And sorrow clos'd the evening of my day . Such is the lot of human bliss below ! Fond hope a-while the trembling flow ' ret rears ; Till unforeseen descends the blight of woe , And withers in an hour the pride of " years .
In evil hour , to specious wiles a prey , I trusted : — ( who from faults is always free ?) And the short progress of one fatal day Was all the space 'twixt wealth and poverty . Where could I seek for comfort , or for aid ?
To whom the ruins of my state commend ? * Left to myself , abandon'd and betray'd , Too late I found the wretched have no friend 1 E ' en he amid the rest , the favourd youth , Whose vows had met the tenderest warm return ^ Forgot his oaths of constancy and truth '
, And left my child in solitude to mourn . Pity in vain stretch'd forth her feeble hand To guard the sacred wreaths that Hymen wove ' ^ While pale-eyed Avarice , from his sordid stand , Scowl'd o ' er the ruins of neglected love .
Though deeply hurt , yet sway'd by decent pride , She hush'd her sorrows with Becoming art , And faintly strove with sickly smiles to hide The canker worm that prey'd upon her heart , Norblam'd his cruelty—nor wish'd to hate Whom once she lov'd—but pitied , and forgave '
Then unrepining yielded to her fate , And sunk in silent anguish to the grave . Children of Affluence , hear a poor man ' s pray ' r ! O haste , and frfce me from this dungeon's gloom 5 Let not the band of comfortless despair Sinkmy . grey hairs with sorrow to the tomb !