A Century of Emblems
'Tis Fortune's wheel we image there;

Hope, joy, dejection, and despair.

Seem steadfast thus in high resolve,

Through many a shifting phase revolve.

FAIRIES AND FACTORIES.

FAIRIES AND FACTORIES.

They

The rainbow arches from the torrent's spray;

Pair off in mournful minuets away.

Our brightest, lightest fancies one by one;

Beyond this working world, beyond the sun!

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RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH.

RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH.

The

Before his folly's roaring wind,

And health and sense were left behind.

He deems his mother church too slow,

A readier way to Heaven may go.


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