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MORAL.
Now, Mr. President, I think ’tis plain,
That youthfu’ diffidence is certain gain.
Instead of blocking up the road to knowledge
It guides alike, in Commerce or at College
Struggles the bursts of passion to controul,
Feeds all the finer feeiings of the soul;
Defies the deep laid stratageme of guile,
And gives each innocence a sweeter smile;
Enobles all the little worth we have,
And shields our virtue even to the grave.
How vast the diff'rence then, between twain!
Since pleasuse ever is pursu’d by pain.
Pleasure's a Syren, with inviting arms,
Sweet is her voice, and powerful ers her char
Lur’d by her call, we tread her flow’ry ground
Joy wings our steps, and music warbles round
Lull’d in her arms, we lose the flying hours
And lie embosom’d ’midst her bloomiog bow
Till—arm’d with death, she watches our undo
