16.12.2012, 19:32
COLLIER.
THE GATE OF A CASTLED MONASTERY.
0, THOU, whom Fortune through Life's Vale of Tears
Shall to the Turrets of this Mansion bring,
Whate'er thy Sex, thy Station, or thy Years,
Let this shrill Bugle through the Confines ring.
The Gates shall open with their massive Bars,
And food be miuister'd by hands unseen ;
Sleep shall attend to lull terrestrial Jars
And Dreams celestial wave their Wings serene,
Enter, and fear not. — I, like thee, have known
The sigh to breathe, to curb the' indignant Groan;
A Friend to Virtue, and to Vice a Foe.
Here have I learnt with patience to endure
Those Ills which friendly Death alone can cure,
And Pity's pang to feel for human Woe.
THE GATE OF A CASTLED MONASTERY.
0, THOU, whom Fortune through Life's Vale of Tears
Shall to the Turrets of this Mansion bring,
Whate'er thy Sex, thy Station, or thy Years,
Let this shrill Bugle through the Confines ring.
The Gates shall open with their massive Bars,
And food be miuister'd by hands unseen ;
Sleep shall attend to lull terrestrial Jars
And Dreams celestial wave their Wings serene,
Enter, and fear not. — I, like thee, have known
The sigh to breathe, to curb the' indignant Groan;
A Friend to Virtue, and to Vice a Foe.
Here have I learnt with patience to endure
Those Ills which friendly Death alone can cure,
And Pity's pang to feel for human Woe.