And the whole charming vision flits away
190 Like the night’s golden dream at break of envious day--
XX.
Poor human life! how short the date
Assign’d thee by relentless Fate!----
Poor transient Beauty! tender flower!
Still shorter thy allotted hour!----
Then stretch the canvass---quick, my Friend,
Thy pencil seize---thy work attend---
E’en exempt from deforming diseases,