Late Wisdom
WE’VE trod the maze
of error round,
Long wandering in the winding glade;
And now the torch of
truth is found,
It only shows us where we strayed:
By long experience
taught, we know— 5
Can rightly judge of friends and foes;
Can all the worth of
these allow,
And all the faults discern in those.
Now, 'tis our boast
that we can quell
The wildest passions in their rage,
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Can their destructive
force repel,
And their impetuous wrath assuage.—
Ah, Virtue! dost thou
arm when now
This bold rebellious race are fled?
When all these
tyrants rest, and thou 15
Art warring with the mighty dead?
Credit: Oxford Book of English Verse, p. 572 (1900)
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