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Poems (Cook)/Stanzas to the Young

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4453877Poems — Stanzas to the YoungEliza Cook

STANZAS TO THE YOUNG.
Long have the wisest lips confess'd
That minstrel ones are far from wrong
Who "point a moral" in a jest,
Or yield a sermon in a song.

So be it! Listen ye who will,
And though my harp be roughly strung,
Yet never shall its lightest thrill
Offend the old or taint the young.

Mark me! I ne'er presume to teach
The man of wisdom, grey and sage;
'Tis to the growing I would preach
From moral text and simple page.

First, I would bid thee cherish Truth.
As leading star in Virtue's train;
Folly may pass, nor tarnish youth,
But Falsehood leaves a poison stain.

Keep watch, nor let the burning tide
Of Impulse break from all control;
The best of hearts needs pilot-guide
To steer it clear from Error's shoal.

One wave of Passion's boiling flood
May all the sea of Life disturb;
And steeds of good but fiery blood
Will rush on death without a curb.

Think on the course ye fain would run,
And moderate the wild desire;
There's many a one would drive the sun,
Only to set the world on fire.

Slight not the one of honest worth,
Because no star adorns his breast:
The lark soars highest from the earth,
Yet ever leaves the lowest nest.

Heed but the bearing of a tree,
And if it yield a wholesome fruit;
A shallow, envious fool is he,
Who spurns it for its forest root.

Let fair humanity be thine,
To fellow-man and meanest brute:
'Tis nobly taught—the code's divine—
Mercy is God's chief attribute.

The coward wretch whose hand and heart
Can bear to torture aught below,
Is ever first to quail and start
From slightest pain or equal foe.

Be not too ready to condemn
The wrong thy brothers may have done;
Ere ye too harshly censure them
For human faults, ask—"Have I none?"

Live that thy young and glowing breast
Can think of death without a sigh;
And be assured that life is best
Which finds us least afraid to die.