Counsel
O THAT this calculating soul would cease
To forecast accidents, time's limping errors,
And take the present with the present's peace,
Instead of filling life's poor day with terrors!
We would forestall the wisdom of the skies
By possibilities and half-drawn plans,
And flounder on where we should nimbly rise,
And in despair sit down with folded hands.
There is no certainty in happiness,
Nor does a sorrow live throughout our life;
We shew our wisdom when we onward press,
For still th' anticipation of the strife
Is than the strife more dreadful, and has been:
The shades of fears far off are soonest seen.
To forecast accidents, time's limping errors,
And take the present with the present's peace,
Instead of filling life's poor day with terrors!
We would forestall the wisdom of the skies
By possibilities and half-drawn plans,
And flounder on where we should nimbly rise,
And in despair sit down with folded hands.
There is no certainty in happiness,
Nor does a sorrow live throughout our life;
We shew our wisdom when we onward press,
For still th' anticipation of the strife
Is than the strife more dreadful, and has been:
The shades of fears far off are soonest seen.
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