The Progress Of Poesy - A Variation
Youth rambles on lifes arid mount, And strikes the rock, and finds the vein, And brings the water from the fount, The fount which shall not flow again. The man mature with labour chops For the bright stream a channel grand, And sees not that the sacred drops Ran off and vanishd out of hand. And then the old man totters nigh And feebly rakes among the stones. The mount is mute, the channel-dry; And down he lays his weary bones
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