Art thou dejected? Is thy mind o’ercast?
Amid her fair ones, thou the fairest choose,
To chase thy gloom.—“Go, fix some weighty truth;
Chain down some passion; do some generous good;
Teach ignorance to see, or grief to smile;
Correct thy friend; befriend thy greatest foe; 740
Or with warm heart, and confidence divine,
Spring up, and lay strong hold on Him who made thee.”
Thy gloom is scatter’d, sprightly spirits flow;
Though wither’d is thy vine, and harp unstrung.