To
the
Reverend
Mr.
Sam.
Chandler
.
On
WISDOM
.
Farewel
a
while
to
mortal
Things
—
To
Wisdom
now
I
strike
my
Strings
,
And
tune
the
warbling
Lyre
.
Oh
for
thy
Influence
from
above
,
Fountain
of
Light
,
and
God
of
Love
;
Do
thou
my
Breast
inspire
!
'Tis
not
the
Politician's
Art
,
Who
makes
his
injur'd
Country
smart
,
To
fill
his
Chests
with
Gold
;
Nor
all
his
cunning
Craft
,
to
gain
Pleasures
and
Honours
false
and
vain
,
For
which
his
Peace
is
sold
.
No
,
I
would
sing
a
nobler
Theme
:
His
Wisdom
is
an
idle
Dream
,
That
flies
him
when
awake
.
The
guilty
Soul
with
keen
Remorse
Finds
all
his
Gains
repaid
with
Loss
,
And
curses
his
Mistake
.
WISDOM
is
Truth
without
Disguise
:
Clear
as
the
Sun
in
cloudless
Skies
,
The
wise
Man's
Actions
shine
.
No
Scrutiny
can
hurt
his
Name
,
Or
base
Discovery
give
him
Shame
Of
Fraud
,
or
mean
Design
.
WISDOM
is
pure
as
Gold
refin'd
;
No
sensual
Stain
deforms
the
Mind
,
Or
damps
the
rising
Joys
.
No
raging
Appetite
on
Fire
,
Or
Torment
from
impure
Desire
,
Or
Health
,
or
Peace
destroys
.
The
wise
Man
gives
to
all
their
Due
;
Just
to
himself
,
and
Neighbour
too
.
And
takes
an
honest
Care
,
To
pay
his
Sov'reign's
rightful
Claim
;
Consults
his
Fortune
and
his
Fame
,
His
Family
and
Heir
.
No
Terror
from
the
Law
he
feels
;
No
threat'ning
Want
pursues
his
Heels
,
Nor
frightful
Dun
he
fears
.
Secure
he
walks
where-e'er
he
goes
,
No
Want
of
Friend
or
Credit
knows
,
No
keen
Reproach
he
hears
.
WISDOM's
diffusive
as
the
Light
;
Fertile
with
Blessings
heav'nly
bright
,
Kind
Source
of
Peace
and
Joy
.
Relieves
the
Wretch
oppress'd
with
Pain
,
And
chears
like
the
refreshing
Rain
,
When
scorching
Griefs
annoy
.
This
bore
the
Name
in
Ages
past
,
And
will
be
Wisdom
at
the
last
,
When
Time
itself
shall
cease
.
When
the
curst
sensual
Fool
shall
find
Nothing
to
fill
his
hungry
Mind
,
And
wish
,
in
vain
,
for
Peace
.
This
from
the
Source
of
Glory
came
,
And
gives
true
Grandeur
,
endless
Fame
,
Still
blooming
young
and
fair
.
Not
lost
by
envious
tainted
Breath
,
But
springs
yet
fresher
after
Death
In
the
celestial
Air
.
May
all
our
Lives
this
Wisdom
guide
!
May
Love
to
God
and
Man
divide
The
Hours
that
swiftly
fly
!
While
sweet
Reflection
on
the
past
,
And
chearful
Prospect
of
the
last
,
Shall
ev'ry
Grief
defy
.