Long have we hugged the dream with fond deceit, And strove by tears to intercede with Fate. But, ah! in vain, for now the rapid sun Four annual circuits through the heaven has run ; With swifter course the new-born moments fly; Here wipe the tear, suppress the bursting sigh. Oft have we rambled o'er the flowery plain, And freely followed Pleasure's smiling train; Oft have we wandered o'er the breezy hill, And traced the windings of the purling rill; Where the dark forest glooms the silent walk, Has prattling Echo learnt of us to talk; Oft on the river's flowery banks we've ranged, To all the woes of future life estranged; Oft on the scenes, which airy Fancy drew, We fondly gazed and fondly thought them true. But now no more these social sports delight; No song the ear, no landscape charms the sight. From grove to grove the airy songsters play, All nature blooms, and smiling heaven looks gay; But, ah! for us no verdant meadow blooms; No songsters warble, and no sun illumes; These can but lend another shade to woe, And add new tortures to the poignant blow. No more we mingle in the sportive scene, The gay palestra, and the tufted green. The fatal sheers the slender thread divide, And sculptured urns the mouldering relicks hide; Far deeper wounds our bleeding breasts display, Sighs, though in vain, may tell the world we feel, And Mirth shall cheer, and Friendship charm no more; Ambition's helm, let prudent Reason guide; Let grey Experience, with her useful chart, Direct the wishes of the youthful heart. Where'er kind Heaven shall bend our wide career, Still let our bosoms burn with equal zeal, Time cuts the knot, he never could untie. The following Poem was delivered on Commencement day, at Cambridge, when Mr. Paine proceeded Bachelor of Arts, July 1792. THE NATURE AND PROGRESS OF LIBERTY. HAIL, sacred Freedom! heaven-born goddess, hail! Friend of the pen, the sickle and the sail! From thee the power of liberal thought we trace, The great enlargement of the human race. That with the "rights of man" from Heaven descends, And this with Heaven's own shield those rights defends; Bound by no laws, but Truth's extensive plan, Which rules all rationals and social man; Through heaven's vast suburbs round the blazing sun; Directs an atom, as it rules the pole, Reigns through all worlds, and shines the system's soul; This moves the vast machine, unknown to jar, And links an insect with the farthest star. Thus Freedom here the civil system binds, Hard is the task, which civil rulers bear, To give each subject freedom's equal share; But still more arduous to the statesmen's ken, To check the passions of licentious men. The licensed robber, and the knave in power, Whose grasping avarice strips the peasant's bower, Would glean an Andes' topmost rock for wealth, And feed, like leeches, on their country's health. The man, who barters influence for applause, Libels the smile, and spurns the frown of laws. Licentious morals breed disease of state, And snatch the scabbard from the sword of fate. These were the bane, which ancient ages knew; On freedom's stalk the engrafted scion grew. Long had the clouds of ignorance gloomed mankind, And Error held the sceptre of the mind; Long had the tyrant kept the world in awe, Dire wars, those civil earthquakes, long had raged, Seas burst on seas, and world with world engaged; Freedom allured the struggling hero's eye, Of arms the laurel of the world the sigh. But, ah! in vain the clarion sounds afar, And one proud monarch from the throne was hurled, |