TO ELIZA S — —. Eliza Day Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T132359 Daye, Eliza, b. ca. 1734. Poems, on Various Subjects. Liverpool Printed by J. M'Creery 1798 pp. [91]-93. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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TO ELIZA S — — . THE weary traveller tired with roaming , Homeward turns his willing feet , Kindest , friendliest counsel giving , If a stranger he should meet . Heaven speed thy journey gentle stranger , Thine's a road which I have gone , Think not my friendship too presuming , If its dangers I make known . A pleasant hill now lies before thee , Mind to keep the middle way , Danger in pleasing forms shall ' tice thee , Lure thee from thy path to stray . But a faithful guide attending , Thou'lt discern each specious foe , And her unerring glass presenting , Shews they lead to lasting woe . Vainly may pleasure seek to tempt thee , Tho' with flowers her path be spread , Thy guide can see her vot'ries hasting , To the mansions of the dead . Some , you'll observe intemperance leading , To her bowers of cloying sweets , But from behind yon ghastly figures , Drag them to their fell retreats . Her crowns of poppies ease may offer , On down intreat thee to repose ; But in th' inglorious lake oblivion , All her votaries she throws . There too sink those led by folly , And dissipation's giddy train , Nor those whom vanity is leading , Can her empty gifts retain . As towards the summit thou'rt ascending , Other foes shall thee surround , Be sure to keep a steady footing , It is all enchanted ground . To her high lands ambition tempts thee , Shews thee grandeur's envied state : Believe it all a fair delusion . Wretched is her followers fate . Some she leads o'er seas tempestuous , Sink beneath the foaming waves , Others , from dreadful heights she plunges , Find below untimely graves . From all these foes thy guide shall save thee , Pleasant may'st thou find the road , Innocence thy fair attendant , To bright wisdom's blest abode . Prosperous be thy journey , stranger , Thine's a road I well have known ; Nor think my friendship too presuming , If its dangers I have shewn .