SONG. 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. [195]-196. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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SONG . THIS is a world of right and wrong ; A world of pleasure and of pain ; A world to which rich gifts belong , That some can never gain . A world , where health and wealth enjoy , And sickness clouds the brow ; Some active spirits can employ , And some are humbled low . Many with numerous friends are seen , By tender cares carest ; Whilst others desolate remain , As in a dreary waste . It is a world of ease and care , A world of joy and woe ; And rosy youth runs smiling there , And sorrowing age treads slow . It is not Nature's joy or woe , Makes all the medley here ; The moral world the same can shew ; They mix'd , alike appear . No perfect conquest here below , Has vice or virtue made ; Thro' vice some gleams of virtue glow , And virtue takes a shade . Then in this world of joy and woe , This world of good and ill , The will of him who made it so , Oh ! study to fulfil . To many wants , you who abound ! Dispense your blessing's store : For scarce a grief or want is found , Where none a balm may pour . Give ignorance instruction due ; Be vice example shewn ; And let us faults with pity view , As conscious of our own .