As earth make thyself; flowers around thee may cling.
For years thou a stone ’st been; lay this well to heart.
Try patience a short time; ’twill give a fresh start.373
VIII.
The Harper.
Hast heard, perchance, there was in days of good ‘Umer
A minstrel talented, whose harpings moved the sphere?
The nightingales all wept in transports at his voice,
One pleasure made men’s hearts a hundredfold rejoice.
His song enchanted every gathering where he went,