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Ambition's lofty views, the pomp of state,
The pride of wealth, the splendour of the great,
Stript of their mask, their cares and troubles known,
Are visions far less happy than thine own:
Go on! and, while the sons of care complain,
Be wisely gay and innocently vain;
While serious souls are by their fears undone,
Blow sportive bladders in the beamy sun.
And call them Worlds! and bid the greatest show
More radient colours in the world below;
Then, as they break, the slaves of care reprove,
And tell them, such are all the toys they love."
The pride of wealth, the splendour of the great,
Stript of their mask, their cares and troubles known,
Are visions far less happy than thine own:
Go on! and, while the sons of care complain,
Be wisely gay and innocently vain;
While serious souls are by their fears undone,
Blow sportive bladders in the beamy sun.
And call them Worlds! and bid the greatest show
More radient colours in the world below;
Then, as they break, the slaves of care reprove,
And tell them, such are all the toys they love."
