Hark! while across the verdant lawn he skips,
The half-told tale is muttered from his lips;
With bounding heart he shows his spotted prize,
And marks, exulting, the well-feigned surprise.
A second moment sees him locked in sleep,
And placid slumbers o’er his senses creep;
In dreams he rests along some river’s side,
Where giant trout beneath clear waters glide.
The following figure illustrates the toilsome ascent of youth to Greatness:
So up yon cliffs that frown in stern array,