The Sun.
London, England, 1821-04-26 00:00:00

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Peao.lts
THE VALE OF TsARs•
113 ADzz, wandered down the Idnely Vale,
To breathe the fragrance of the eventing gale*.
A secret tear oft starting front his. eye,

Dimpled the htook that g!:titlc murmured by
T'ensive he latokid, as if with sorrowsorrow Spent.
And thus he reasou'd, L. 3 he (Inward went :

" -:ust is the Power that orders here my lot;
But ali ! -how bleak and-joyles.i is the spot,
" Here steril mountains bound the barren view,
" And vainly seeks the eye for varied hue,
• ," No sound melodious echeing soft anti clear, .
" (,'heer the lone. heart, or strike the listenirig•ar ;
".Save on the margin of this winding Stream,
" When nimbus sheds at•live his parting -beam,
" In -ballet to give my pensive boson; ease,
" I tune nay wild harp to the passing iireette,,
" What is this world, with all its pomp and scow
. " What, but a scene of vanity and woe !
4, When honest worth, neglected raust'endure,'
•.", To bow submissive to the pride of power : -
" Where Vice triumphant lifts her haughty head,
And laughs 'at virtue pining in' the shade.
• " How oft have been innocently blarn'd,
'" My hOhour injued; and my worth defana'd.:
" llOw.oft deluded-by e. specious show
44 Of feigned friendship, have I ciasp'd a foe !
" Fair hope's bright visions did ere while inspire
' My You'thfur handS to touch the Vaneful lyree
. But now chill penury marks niy•iunble lot., •
" My hopes are vanquish'd and ir.y- lyre forgot,.
" The Same dull round of ehanging seasons roll,
Btit bring "o comfort drooping soul.
" Once had I frielids in whom I placed my trust'
" But now those Irlenits.axe neould'ring in the
" With pleasue.once .1 trod the flowing vale,
" Perfuna'd with Odours wafted by t..he, pie. •
' "'Winn pleasure once I tuned the soothing:4l'e,
• " While kindred youths Stood round roteLo admire.,
• " But hope that then presaged a fairer day,
" Fled 'with my youth, and all its prospects gay.
Aral now theworld, so smiling -once, appears
" A scene of woe, a glooniy Vale of tears,
" Sport on ye gay ! past scenes trill na'er return,.
"eAdien ! vain world-4 only live to mourn."
ThUS sung the bard, and sorrowing, wept to view
• The 'gloomy picture which his fancy drew,
'When at his side appear'd.a. hoary swain '
Who thus replied to his desponding strain :
• "'Mistaken Mortal ! little dOst thou•know
" How deeply others drink the cup of woe
7 ." Think on the captive in his cell forlorn,
" From friends, and relatives, iind Country torn ;
" Deprived of all the blessings that impart
" JOy_to the mind, or comfort • to the heart ;
" Ana think of him- who lur'd byprOmis'd wealth,
". Far frem..his -country, moitris toe less of h'ealth ;
4, And. -hopeleSs, wand'ring on a foreign coast
"Thinks one those blessings row for ever lost.
• " Reflecton,these,,and banish vain lament;
".P.site Scotia's. Mountains, smile and ..he content, -
" Not every spot is torm'd alike to please ;
.47 Not every hill is clothed with waving trees,
" Not every brook that gently rolls along. •
Glides smooth in verse, or Warbles sweet-in song.
" Bnt here; fair freedom, with benignant smile,
• " Sheds heaven-born blessings on a healthful isle.
Thoogh yarious are the joys of human kind,
" Spurn notthe pleasures of the lowly hind •;
". Though. on the wild heath stands his hunible cot,
lie wisely deemi his own the happieSt lot.
"The good man's peace •no worldly ills annoy,
" Blest resigi j
fation gives the truest oy.
" (16;k not wealth, but covet to be wise ; •
• .4'4 Von setting sun to thee-may never rise.
"7 Strive to improve each precious hour of dine;
" And still forbear to raise th' immoral thyme.
"'Dear is each laugh obtain'd at the
,ekpence
" of rea.sOn,truth, civility and sense, • - -
" Or.grave or gay, 0 'be itne'erforgot
" That man is dcstin'd for. a future lot :
" Though vice may triumph in the prosperouS gale,
" Yet suffering virtue must at length prevail.
"EN tend thy views-beyond this dark sojourn ; • '
" Where ev'n the best are often called to mourn;
-" And seek that peace which nothing can destroy :
" Who sows in tears; at last shall reap in joy.