And stop the hand uprais’d to give the blow. And when the air with heat meridian glows, And nature droops beneath the con- qu’ring gleam, Let us, slow wand’ring, where the current flows, Save sinking flies that float along the stream. Or, turn to nobler, greater tasks thy care; To me thy sympathetic gifts impart; Teach me in friendship’s griefs to bear a share, - And justly b»ast the gen’rous, feeling ♦ heart. Teach me to soothe the helpless orphan’s grief; . . » With timely aid the widow’s woes assuage; To mis’ry’s moving cries to yield relief, And be the sure resource of drooping age. So when the verdant springs of youth shall fade, And sinking nature own the dread decay, Some soul congenial then may lend its aid. And gild the close of life’s eventful day
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