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Who there will court thy friendship, with what views,
And, artless as thou art, whom thou wilt choose ;
Though much depends on what thy choice shall be,
Is all chance-medley, and unknown to me.-
Can'st thou, the tear just trembling on thy lids,
And while the dreadful risque foreseen forbids ;
Free, too, and under no constraining force,
Unless the sway of custom warp thy course.;
Lay such a stake upon the losing side,
Merely to gratify fo blind a guide ?
Thou can'st not! Nature, pulling at thine heart,
Condemns th' unfatherly, th' imprudent part.
Thou would'st not, deaf to Nature's tend'reft plea,
Turn him adrift upon a rolling sea,
Nor say, Go thither, conscious that there lay
A brood of asps, or quickfands in his way;
Then, only govern'd by the self-fame rule
Of nat'ral pity, send him not to school.
No-guard him better. Is he not thine own,
Thyself in miniature, thy flesh, thy bone?
And hop'st thou not ('tis ev'ry father's hope) That, since thy (trength must with thy years' elope, And thou wilt need some comfort to assuage Health's last farewell, a staff of thine old age, That then, in recompense of all thy cares, Thy child shall show respect to thy gray hairs; Befriend thee, of all other friends bereft, And give thy life its only cordial left? Aware then how much danger intervenes, To compass that good end, forecast the means. His heart, now paflive, yields to thy command; Secure it thine, its key is in thine hand. If thou desert thy charge, and throw it wide, Nor heed what guests there enter and abide, Complain not if attachments lewd and base Supplant thee in it, and usurp thy place. But, if thou guard its facred chambers sure From vicious inmates and delights impure, Either his gratitude shall hold him fast, And keep him warm and filial to the last;
Or, if he prove unkind (as who can say
But, being man, and therefore frail, he may ?)
One comfort yet shall cheer thine aged heart-
Howe'er he night thee, thou hast done thy part.
Oh barb'rous ! would'st thou with a Gothic hand
Pull down the schools-what!-all the schools i'th'
Or throw them up to liv'ry-nags and grooms,
Or turn them into shops and auction rooms ?
A captious question, fir, (and your's is one)
Deserves an answer similar, or none.
Would'st thou, poffessor of a flock, employ
(Appriz’d that he is such) a careless boy,
And feed him well, and give him handsome pay,
Merely to seep, and let them run astray ?
Survey our schools and colleges, and see
A fight not much unlike
From education, as the leading cause,
The public character its colour draws;
Thence the prevailing manners take their cast,
Extravagant or fober, loose or chaste.
And, though I would not advertise them yet,
Nor write on each-This Building to be Let,
Unless the world were all prepar'd t embrace
A plan well worthy to supply their place;
Yet, backward as they are, and long have been,
To cultivate and keep the MORALS clean,
(Forgive the crime) I wish them, I confess,
Or better manag'd, or encourag'd less.