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Whose touch, upon the lute chords low,
Had stilled his heart so oft.
She bathed his lips with dew,
As Joy and Hope ne'er knew.
Enduring to the last !
And his worn spirit passed.
She knelt on that sad spot,
Strengih to forsake it not !
. GREECE.—Byron. He who hath bent him o'er the dead, Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers) And marked the mild angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And—but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not, now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; Yes, but for these and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour,
He still might doubt the tyrant's power ;
Be wise to day ; 'tis madness to defer;
Time lodged in their own hands is folly's vails ;
CXIV. DISCIPLINE.—Cowper's Task. In colleges and halls in ancient days, When learning, virtue, piety, and truth, Were precious, and inculcated with care, There dwelt a sage called Discipline. His head, Not yet by time completely silvered o’er, . Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, But strong for service still, and unimpaired. His eye was meek and gentle, and a smile Played on his lips, and in his speech was heard Paternal sweetness, dignity and love. The occupation dearest to his heart Was to encourage goodness. He would stroke The head of modest and ingenuous worth, That blushed at its own praise ; and press the youth Close to his side that pleased him. Learning grew Beneath his care, a thriving vigorous plant; The mind was well informed, the passions held Subordinate, and diligence was choice.
If e'er it chanced, as sometimes chance it must, That one among so many overleaped The limits of control, his gentle eye Grew sterŋ and darted a severe rebuke : His frown was full of terror, and his voice Shook the delinquent with such fits of awe, As left him not, till penitence had won Lost favor back again, and closed the breach. But Discipline, a faithful servant long, Declined at length into the vale of years : A palsy struck his arm : bis sparkling eye Was quenched in rheums of age : his voice, unstrung, Grew tremulous, and moved derision more Than rev'rence, in perverse rebellious youth. So colleges and balls neglected much Their good old friend; and Discipline at length, O’erlooked and unemployed, sell sick and died. Then Study languished. Emulation slept, And Virtue fled. The schools became a scene Of solemn farce, where Ignorance in stilts, His cap well lined with logic not his own, With parrot tongue performed the scholar's part, Proceeding soon a graduated dunce. Then compromise had place, and scrutiny Became stone blind; precedence went in truck, And he was competent whose purse was so : A dissolution of all bonds ensued; The curbs invented for the mulish mouth Of headstrong youth were broken; bars and bolts Grew rusty by disuse ; and massy gates Forgot their office, opening with a touch; Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade, The tasseled cap and the spruce band a jest, A mockery of the world. What was learned, 'If aught was learned in childhood, is forgot ; And such expense, as pinches parents blue, And mortifies the liberal hand of love, Is squandered in pursuits of idle sports
And vicious pleasures; buys the boy a name,
Now blame we most the nurslings or the nurse?