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ADDRESSED TO J ATKINSON ESQ M R I A	A
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Though long at school and college dozing	B
O'er books of verse and books of prosing	B
And copying from their moral pages	C
Fine recipes for making sages	D
Though long with' those divines at school	E
Who think to make us good by rule	E
Who in methodic forms advancing	B
Teaching morality like dancing	B
Tell us for Heaven or money's sake	B
What steps we are through life to take	B
Though thus my friend so long employed	F
With so much midnight oil destroyed	F
I must confess my searches past	G
I've only learned to doubt at last	G
I find the doctors and the sages	D
Have differed in all climes and ages	C
And two in fifty scarce agree	H
On what is pure morality	H
'Tis like the rainbow's shifting zone	I
And every vision makes its own	I
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The doctors of the Porch advise	J
As modes of being great and wise	J
That we should cease to own or know	K
The luxuries that from feeling flow	K
Reason alone must claim direction	L
And Apathy's the soul's perfection	L
Like a dull lake the heart must lie	M
Nor passion's gale nor pleasure's sigh	M
Though Heaven the breeze the breath supplied	N
Must curl the wave or swell the tide	N
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Such was the rigid Zeno's plan	O
To form his philosophic man	O
Such were the modes he taught mankind	P
To weed the garden of the mind	P
They tore from thence some weeds 'tis true	Q
But all the flowers were ravaged too	Q
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Now listen to the wily strains	R
Which on Cyrene's sandy plains	R
When Pleasure nymph with loosened zone	I
Usurped the philosophic throne	I
Hear what the courtly sage's tongue	B
To his surrounding pupils sung	B
Pleasure's the only noble end	S
To which all human powers should tend	S
And Virtue gives her heavenly lore	T
But to make Pleasure please us more	T
Wisdom and she were both designed	P
To make the senses more refined	P
That man might revel free from cloying	B
Then most a sage when most enjoying	B
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Is this morality Oh no	K
Even I a wiser path could show	K
The flower within this vase confined	P
The pure the unfading flower of mind	P
Must not throw all its sweets away	U
Upon a mortal mould of clay	U
No no its richest breath should rise	J
In virtue's incense to the skies	J
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But thus it is all sects we see	H
Have watchwords of morality	H
Some cry out Venus others Jove	M
Here 'tis Religion there 'tis Love	M
But while they thus so widely wander	V
While mystics dream and doctors ponder	V
And some in dialectics firm	W
Seek virtue in a middle term	W
While thus they strive in Heaven's defiance	X
To chain morality with science	X
The plain good man whose action teach	Y
More virtue than a sect can preach	Y
Pursues his course unsagely blest	Z
His tutor whispering in his breast	Z
Nor could he act a purer part	A2
Though he had Tully all by heart	A2
And when he drops the tear on woe	K
He little knows or cares to know	K
That Epictetus blamed that tear	B2
By Heaven approved to virtue dear	C2
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Oh when I've seen the morning beam	D2
Floating within the dimpled stream	D2
While Nature wakening from the night	E2
Has just put on her robes of light	E2
Have I with cold optician's gaze	F2
Explored the doctrine of those rays	F2
No pedants I have left to you	Q
Nicely to separate hue from hue	Q
Go give that moment up to art	A2
When Heaven and nature claim the heart	A2
And dull to all their best attraction	L
Go measure angles of refraction	L
While I in feeling's sweet romance	G2
Look on each daybeam as a glance	G2
From the great eye of Him above	M
Wakening his world with looks of love	M

Thomas Moore

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