THE
VANITY
OF
WEALTH
:
AN
ODE
.
BY
THE
SAME
.
NO
more
thus
brooding
o'er
yon
heap
,
With
Avarice
painful
vigils
keep
,
Still
unenjoy'd
the
present
store
,
Still
endless
sighs
are
breath'd
for
more
.
O
quit
the
shadow
,
catch
the
prize
,
Which
not
all
India's
treasure
buys
!
To
purchase
Heaven
has
gold
the
power
?
Can
gold
remove
the
mortal
hour
?
In
life
can
Love
be
bought
with
gold
?
Are
Friendship's
pleasures
to
be
sold
?
No
—
all
that's
worth
a
wish
,
a
thought
,
Fair
Virtue
gives
,
unbrib'd
,
unbought
.
Cease
then
on
trash
thy
hopes
to
bind
,
Let
nobler
views
engage
thy
mind
.
With
Science
tread
the
wonderous
way
,
Or
learn
the
Muse's
moral
lay
;
In
social
hours
indulge
thy
soul
,
Where
Mirth
and
Temperance
mix
the
bowl
;
To
virtuous
Love
resign
thy
breast
,
And
be
by
blessing
Beauty
blest
.
Thus
taste
the
feast
by
Nature
spread
,
Ere
Youth
,
and
all
its
joys
are
fled
;
Come
,
taste
with
me
the
balm
of
life
,
Secure
from
pomp
,
and
wealth
,
and
strife
.
I
boast
,
whate'er
for
man
was
meant
,
In
health
,
and
STELLA
,
and
content
;
And
scorn
!
oh
!
let
that
scorn
be
thine
!
Mere
things
of
clay
,
that
dig
the
mine
.