Not waste it; and aware that human life Is but a loan to be repaid with use, When He shall call his debtors to account From whom are all our blessings; bus'ness finds By causes not to be divulg'd in vain, To its just point-the service of mankind. That has a heart, and keeps it; has a mind That hungers, and supplies it; and who seeks A social, not a dissipated life; Has business; feels himself engag'd t' achieve No unimportant, though a silent, task. A life all turbulence and noise may seem, I.Stothard Del. Published Feb. 1798, by KJohnson, London. LB.Drayton Sculp where he enjoys, With her who shares his pleasurisiz, his heart, Swed converse He that is ever occupied in storms, Or dives not for it, or brings up instead, The morning finds the self-sequester'd man Fresh for his task, intend what task he may. Whether inclement seasons recommend His warm but simple home, where he enjoys, With her who shares his pleasures and his heart, Sweet converse, sipping calm the fragrant lymph Which neatly she prepares; then to his book, Well chosen, and not sullenly perus'd In selfish silence, but imparted oft As aught occurs that she may smile to hear, Or, if the garden with its many cares, All well repaid, demand him, he attends The welcome call, conscious how much the hand Of lubbard labour needs his watchful eye, Oft loit'ring lazily, if not o'erseen, Or misapplying his unskilful strength. Nor does he govern only or direct, But much performs himself. No works indeed With pleasure more than ev'n their fruits afford, Dooms to the knife: nor does he spare the soft With hopeful gems. The rest, no portion left |