The
UNIVERSAL
DREAM
.
'
GIVE
o'er
your
Whims
,
says
my
considerate
Friend
;
'
Retrieve
the
fleeting
Hours
you
idly
spend
:
'
Blind
to
Advice
,
incorrigible
,
vain
,
'
You
follow
Fancy
and
her
laughing
Train
;
'
Your
thoughtless
Days
in
swift
Delusion
fly
:
'
So
let
them
go
,
says
unconverted
I
,
Look
round
the
Globe
,
my
Friend
,
and
then
you'll
see
The
drowsy
World
is
slumb'ring
just
like
me
.
See
on
soft
Beds
the
Hero
sleeps
secure
,
Till
War
comes
thund'ring
at
his
trembling
Door
;
In
wiser
Dreams
the
Politician
prys
Through
distant
Kingdoms
with
his
half-shut
Eyes
:
The
lull'd
Projector
builds
aerial
Towers
,
And
rolls
smooth
Rivers
through
enchanted
Bowers
.
The
Chymist
slumbers
o'er
imagin'd
Gold
,
So
Delia's
Conquests
in
her
Dreams
are
told
.
What
monstrous
Phantoms
in
that
Trance
are
born
,
Through
which
Amyntor
sees
his
sprouting
Horn
?
When
purblind
Mortals
sound
the
Depths
of
Fate
,
Or
some
lean
Poet
aims
at
an
Estate
;
Or
when
the
good
believing
Man
depends
On
the
slight
Promise
of
his
courtly
Friends
;
Shou'd
those
awake
they
to
their
Cost
wou'd
find
,
These
are
but
Shadows
of
a
sleeping
Mind
.
Few
real
Pleasures
are
on
Earth
possest
,
And
Mortals
only
in
their
Dreams
are
blest
;
Then
dream
no
longer
,
my
well-meaning
Friend
,
That
Mira's
Follies
with
her
Muse
shall
end
:
Some
younger
Vanity
succeeds
the
first
,
And
the
last
Folly
often
proves
the
worst
:
No
:
While
the
rest
in
fruitless
Cares
are
hurl'd
,
Let
me
enjoy
my
visionary
World
:
To
this
glad
Bosom
hug
the
dear
Mistake
,
If
Dreams
are
Blessings
,
who
wou'd
wish
to
wake
?