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BOOK II. ODE X.
RECEIVE, dear friend, the truths I teach,
Of adverse Fortune's power:
Along the treacherous shore.
He that holds fast the golden mean,
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
The tallest pines feel most the power
And hopes in spite of pain:
What if thine heaven be overcast?
If hinderances obstruct thy way,
And let thy strength be seen;
THE FOREGOING ODE.
AND is this all? Can Reason do no more
The Christian has an art unknown to thee.
This elegant Rose had I shaken it lefs,
Might have bloomed with its owner awhile; And the tear, that is wip'd with a little addrefs, May be follow'd perhaps with a smile.
THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower,
The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flower,
The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And it seem'd, to a fanciful view,
To weep for the buds it had left with regret,
I hastily seized it, unfit as it was
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd,
And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part
Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart
This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile, And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.