For present ease is forced to seek; 20
When hurried spirits fall and rise,
As on the changing views we dwell—
How vainly then the sufferer tries
In studied verse his pains to tell!
Time brings, indeed, his slow relief,
In whom the passions live and die;
He gives the bright’ning smile to grief,
And his the soft consoling sigh.
Till then, we vainly wish the power