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Oliver, Daniel Poem, "To a young Friend"

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Gilder Lehrman Collection #: GLC01450.313 Author/Creator: Oliver, Daniel Place Written: s.l. Type: Manuscript Date: 1751 Pagination: 3 p. Order a Copy

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To a Young Friend

Should smiling Joys on all thy Steps attend,
And Health to Monarchs coy, be Strephon's Friend;
Gay should thy Humour be, Serene thy Brow,
And, easy as thy Thoughts, thy Minutes flow;
Yet more, should Fame, adopting thee her Son,
With partial Hand, thy wildest wishes crown,
And promise to thy Mem'ry late Renown:
While at thy Feet the Earth and Ocean lay
Their Wealth, and glittering Heaps choak up thy Way,
Say...Would it not disturb thy mirthful Vein?
O'erturn the foolish Babel of thy Brain?
The feeble Charm dissolve of human Praise,
And with grim Phantoms haunt thy genial Days,
Should e'er this Thought intrude, the Drudge and I.

[2]
And ev'ry hapless Wight alike must die:
They from a weary March, and toilsome Strife,
By Death discharg'd shall cease to suffer Life;
I, what I love, must quit, and when the Sun
A fen times more its shining Course hath run,
Down to the melancholy Coasts must go,
Which, nor his Morning Beams, nor Ev'ning, know,
Where Musick's soothing Voice (tho Fables tell,
That ORFEUS once could charm the Shades of Hell)
And the loud Trump of Fame are never heard,
The he[inserted: a]vy, leaden, Gates by silence bar'd:
Silence, which, banish'd to those dre'ry Plains,
O'er the wide waste in peaceful Terror reins,
'Tis, thither, my [unmeeting] Feet, ye attend,
And there alas! must all Lifes Mocke'ry end.
Thence folded up in Sleep, I neer shall rise,
Till the last Summons shakes the vaulted Skies.

[3]
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.

Daniel Oliver 1751.

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