...happy age ! when youth's unclouded ray Lights their green pnth, and prompts their fimple mirth, E'er yet they feel the thorns that, lurking, lay To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth. Bidding them curfe the hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world fo full of pain, Where...

...happy age ! when youth's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their fimple mirth, E'er yet they feel the thorns that, lurking, lay To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth. Bidding them curie the hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world fo full of pain, Where...

...Oh happy age! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth, Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound...hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth, And to deaf pride misfortune pleads...

...Oh happy age! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth, Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound...wretched pilgrims of the earth, Making them rue the hour jthat gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosperous folly treads on...

...unclouded ray, Light! their green path, and ptompu their fimple Biirth ; E'er yet they feel the thurni that lurking lay, To wound the wretched pilgrims of...birth, And threw them on a world fo full of pain, Where profperuut folly treads on patient worth, [ And, In deaf pride, misfortune pUud< in vain ! Ah! for...

...happy age !—when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth ; E'er yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay, To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth, It occurred to hef^ that these productions of her talents might, in the reverse of her fortunes* be...

...Oh happy age! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simplemirth, Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound...hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosp'rous folly treads on patient worth. P. 148. L. 3. For haply tbou dost...

...0 happy Age ! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path and prompts their simple mirth Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound...hour that gave them birth And threw them on a World so full of pain Where prosperous Folly treads on patient Worth And to deaf Pride Misfortune pleads...

...happy age ! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth, Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound...hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth, And to deaf pride misfortune pleads...

...O happy age! when hope's unclouded ray. Lights their green path and prompts their simple mirth, Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay, To wound...hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth, And, deaf to pride, misfortune pleads...