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But reason heard, and nature well perus’d,
In early days the conscience has in most A quickness, which in later life is loft, Preserv'd from guilt by falutary fears, Or, guilty, foon relenting into tears. Too careless often, as our years proceed, What friends we fort with, or what books we read, Our parents yet exert a prudent care To feed our infant minds with proper fare, And wisely store the nurs’ry, by degrees, With wholesome learning, yet acquir'd with ease. Neatly secur'd from being foil'd or torn, Beneath a pane of thin translucent horn, A bouk (to please us at a tender age 'Tis call’d a book, though but a single page) Presents the pray’r the Saviour deign'd to teach, Which children use, and parsons--when they preach. Lisping our fyllables, we scramble next Through moral narrative, or sacred text, And learn with wonder how this world began, Who made, who marr’d, and who has ransom'd man.
Points, which unless the Scripture made them plain, The wisest heads might agitate in vain. Oh thou, whom borne on fancy's eager wing Back to the season of life's happy spring, I pleas'd remember, and while mem'ry yet Holds fast her office here, can ne'er forget, Ingenious dreamer, in whose well told-tale Sweet fiction and sweet truth alike prevail, Whose hum'rous vein, strong sense, and simple style, May teach the gayest, make the graveft smile, Witty, and well employ'd, and like thy Lord, Speaking in parables his nighted word, I name thee not, left so despis’d a name Should move a sneer at thy deserved fame; Yet ev’n in transitory life's late day, That mingles all my brown with sober grey, Revere the man, whose Pilgrim marks the road, And guides the Progrefs of the soul to God. 'Twere well with most, if books that could engage Their childhood, pleas'd them at a riper age ;
The man, approving what had charm’d the boy,
gem of truth from his unguarded soul.
• See 2 Chron. ch. xxvi. ver. 19.
The young apostate lickens at the view,
How weak the barrier of mere nature proves,
for a consistent part,