SONG. By the Same

Let wisdom boast her mighty pow'r, With passion still at strife, Yet love is sure the sov'reign flow'r, The sweet perfume of life;

The happy breeze that swells the sail, When quite becalm'd we lie; The drop, that will the heart regale, And sparkle in the eye;

The sun that wakes us to delight, And drives the shades away; The dream that chears our dreary night, And makes a brighter day.

But if, alas! it wrongly seize, The case is twice as bad; This flow'r, sun, drop, or dream, or breeze, Will drive a blockhead mad.