Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?
I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!
The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.