Honest mirth, sweet melancholy, There no mortal steps intrude, Naught impure can entrance find, Haste, and on his altar now Cast thy wreath, then pay thy vow. Breezy mountains, crystal fountains, Spirits brighter, footsteps lighter, his dirge of "O sing unto my roundelay;" Gray, in the omitted stanza of his Elegy, and Collins, in the dirge sung over the grave of Fidele, also allude to this heavenly prac. tice. Not thy own celestial sphere Breathes sweeter music-Hark! I hear While beneath the moon's expanse [Exeunt. 7 Plutarch (in enthusiasm a Platonist and in benevolence a Pythagorean!) believed that the genius of Socrates still warned him of approaching danger, and taught him to avoid it. 8 ""Tis an excellent world that we live in, To lend, and to spend, or to give in; But to borrow or beg, or get a man's own, "Tis the very worst world that ever was known." |