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Who is the honest man?
He that doth still and strongly good pursue,
Whose honesty is not
So loose or easy that a ruffling wind
Can blow away, or, glittering, look it blind :
While the world now rides by, now lags behind.
Who, when great trials come,
Nor seeks, nor shuns them; but doth calmly stay, Till he the thing and the example weigh;
All being brought into a sum,
What place or person calls for, he doth pay.
Whom none can work or woo
To use in any thing, a trick or sleight;
His words and works and fashion too
Who never melts or thaws
At close temptations; when the day is done,
And is their virtue; virtue is his sun...
Who, when he is to treat
With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway, Allows for that and keeps his constant way:
Whom others' faults do not defeat;
But though men fail him yet his part
Whom nothing can procure,
When the world runs bias, from his will
To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend the ill.
This is the marksman safe and sure,
Who still is right, and prays to be so still.
THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
Cease here longer to detain me, Fondest mother drowned in woe: Now thy kind caresses pain me, Morn advances-let me go.
See yon orient streak appearing!
Hark! a voice the darkness cheering,
Lately launched, a trembling stranger,
Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee,
Weep not o'er these eyes that languish,
While they wait to see thee come.
There, my mother, pleasures centre-
Ne'er our father's house shall enter
Morn advances-let me go.
As through this calm, this holy dawning
Blessings endless, richest blessings,
Yet to leave thee sorrowing rends me,
Rise! may every grace attend thee;
Rise! and seek to meet me there.'
On Linden, when the sun was low,
And dark as winter was the flow
But Linden saw another sight,
By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steel to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven
Far flashed the red artillery.