Less pleasing when possest;
The tear forgot as soon as shed,
The sunshine of the breast.
On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 5.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.
On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.
Ah, tell them they are men!