LATE WISDOM
by: George Crabbe (1754-1832)
- E'VE trod
the maze of error round,
- Long wandering in the winding glade;
- And now the torch of truth is found,
- It only shows us where we strayed:
- By long experience taught, we know--
- Can rightly judge of friends and foes;
- Can all the worth of these allow,
- And all the faults discern in those.
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- Now, 'tis our boast that we can quell
- The wildest passions in their rage,
- Can their destructive force repel,
- And their impetuous wrath assuage.--
- Ah, Virtue! dost thou arm when now
- This bold rebellious race are fled?
- When all these tyrants rest, and thou
- Art warring with the mighty dead?
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