English poem
Enough has Heav'n indulg'd of joy below
by Anonymous
Enough has Heav'n indulg'd of joy below, To tempt our tarriance in this lov'd retreat; Enough has Heav'n ordain'd of useful woe, To make us languish for a happier seat.
YE prou'd, ye selfish, ye severe, How vain your mask of state! The good alone have joy sincere; The good alone are great.
LIFE's road let me cautiously view, And no longer disdain to be wise, Forbearing such paths to pursue, As my reason should hate or despise. To crown both my age and my youth, Let me mark where religion has trod, Since nothing but virtue and truth Can reach to the throne of my God.
O DAYS, long lost to man in each degree, The golden days of hospitality! When lib'ral fortunes vi'd with lib'ral strife, To fill the noblest offices of life; The poor, at hand their natural patrons saw, And law-givers were supplements of law!