The Mansion of Rest.Italk’dto my flattering heartAnd chid its wild wandering ways;I charg’d it from folly to part,And to husband the rest of its days.I bade it no longer admireThe meteors that fancy had drest:I whisper’d ’twas time to retire,And seek for a Mansion of Rest.A charmer was list’ning the while,Who caught up the tone of my lay;“O come then,” she cried with a smile,“And I’ll show you the place and the way.”I followed the witch to her home,And vow’d to be always her guest:“Never more,” I exclaim’d, “will I roamIn search of the Mansion of Rest.”But the sweetest of moments will fly;Not long was my fancy beguiled;For too soon I confess’d with a sigh,That the syren deceived while she smiled.Deep, deep, did she stab the reposeOf my trusting and unwary breast;And the door of each avenue close,That led to the Mansion of Rest.Then Friendship enticed me to strayThrough the long magic wilds of romance;But I found she meant to betray,And shrunk from the sorcerer’s glance.For experience had taught me to know,That the soul that reclined on her breastMight toss on the billows of woe,And ne’er find the Mansion of Rest.Pleasure’s path I determined to try,But Prudence I met in the way:Conviction flash’d light from her eye,And appear’d to illumine my day.She cried, as she showed me a grave,With nettles and wild flowers dress’d,On which the dark cypress did wave,“Behold then the Mansion of Rest.”She spoke, and half vanish’d in air,For she saw mild Religion appearWith a smile that would banish despairAnd dry up the penitent tear:Doubts and fears from my bosom were driven;And pressing the cross to her breast,And pointing serenely to heaven,She showed me the Mansion of Rest.
The Mansion of Rest.Italk’dto my flattering heartAnd chid its wild wandering ways;I charg’d it from folly to part,And to husband the rest of its days.I bade it no longer admireThe meteors that fancy had drest:I whisper’d ’twas time to retire,And seek for a Mansion of Rest.A charmer was list’ning the while,Who caught up the tone of my lay;“O come then,” she cried with a smile,“And I’ll show you the place and the way.”I followed the witch to her home,And vow’d to be always her guest:“Never more,” I exclaim’d, “will I roamIn search of the Mansion of Rest.”But the sweetest of moments will fly;Not long was my fancy beguiled;For too soon I confess’d with a sigh,That the syren deceived while she smiled.Deep, deep, did she stab the reposeOf my trusting and unwary breast;And the door of each avenue close,That led to the Mansion of Rest.Then Friendship enticed me to strayThrough the long magic wilds of romance;But I found she meant to betray,And shrunk from the sorcerer’s glance.For experience had taught me to know,That the soul that reclined on her breastMight toss on the billows of woe,And ne’er find the Mansion of Rest.Pleasure’s path I determined to try,But Prudence I met in the way:Conviction flash’d light from her eye,And appear’d to illumine my day.She cried, as she showed me a grave,With nettles and wild flowers dress’d,On which the dark cypress did wave,“Behold then the Mansion of Rest.”She spoke, and half vanish’d in air,For she saw mild Religion appearWith a smile that would banish despairAnd dry up the penitent tear:Doubts and fears from my bosom were driven;And pressing the cross to her breast,And pointing serenely to heaven,She showed me the Mansion of Rest.
Italk’dto my flattering heartAnd chid its wild wandering ways;I charg’d it from folly to part,And to husband the rest of its days.I bade it no longer admireThe meteors that fancy had drest:I whisper’d ’twas time to retire,And seek for a Mansion of Rest.A charmer was list’ning the while,Who caught up the tone of my lay;“O come then,” she cried with a smile,“And I’ll show you the place and the way.”I followed the witch to her home,And vow’d to be always her guest:“Never more,” I exclaim’d, “will I roamIn search of the Mansion of Rest.”But the sweetest of moments will fly;Not long was my fancy beguiled;For too soon I confess’d with a sigh,That the syren deceived while she smiled.Deep, deep, did she stab the reposeOf my trusting and unwary breast;And the door of each avenue close,That led to the Mansion of Rest.Then Friendship enticed me to strayThrough the long magic wilds of romance;But I found she meant to betray,And shrunk from the sorcerer’s glance.For experience had taught me to know,That the soul that reclined on her breastMight toss on the billows of woe,And ne’er find the Mansion of Rest.Pleasure’s path I determined to try,But Prudence I met in the way:Conviction flash’d light from her eye,And appear’d to illumine my day.She cried, as she showed me a grave,With nettles and wild flowers dress’d,On which the dark cypress did wave,“Behold then the Mansion of Rest.”She spoke, and half vanish’d in air,For she saw mild Religion appearWith a smile that would banish despairAnd dry up the penitent tear:Doubts and fears from my bosom were driven;And pressing the cross to her breast,And pointing serenely to heaven,She showed me the Mansion of Rest.
Italk’dto my flattering heartAnd chid its wild wandering ways;I charg’d it from folly to part,And to husband the rest of its days.I bade it no longer admireThe meteors that fancy had drest:I whisper’d ’twas time to retire,And seek for a Mansion of Rest.A charmer was list’ning the while,Who caught up the tone of my lay;“O come then,” she cried with a smile,“And I’ll show you the place and the way.”I followed the witch to her home,And vow’d to be always her guest:“Never more,” I exclaim’d, “will I roamIn search of the Mansion of Rest.”But the sweetest of moments will fly;Not long was my fancy beguiled;For too soon I confess’d with a sigh,That the syren deceived while she smiled.Deep, deep, did she stab the reposeOf my trusting and unwary breast;And the door of each avenue close,That led to the Mansion of Rest.Then Friendship enticed me to strayThrough the long magic wilds of romance;But I found she meant to betray,And shrunk from the sorcerer’s glance.For experience had taught me to know,That the soul that reclined on her breastMight toss on the billows of woe,And ne’er find the Mansion of Rest.Pleasure’s path I determined to try,But Prudence I met in the way:Conviction flash’d light from her eye,And appear’d to illumine my day.She cried, as she showed me a grave,With nettles and wild flowers dress’d,On which the dark cypress did wave,“Behold then the Mansion of Rest.”She spoke, and half vanish’d in air,For she saw mild Religion appearWith a smile that would banish despairAnd dry up the penitent tear:Doubts and fears from my bosom were driven;And pressing the cross to her breast,And pointing serenely to heaven,She showed me the Mansion of Rest.
Italk’dto my flattering heartAnd chid its wild wandering ways;I charg’d it from folly to part,And to husband the rest of its days.I bade it no longer admireThe meteors that fancy had drest:I whisper’d ’twas time to retire,And seek for a Mansion of Rest.
Italk’dto my flattering heart
And chid its wild wandering ways;
I charg’d it from folly to part,
And to husband the rest of its days.
I bade it no longer admire
The meteors that fancy had drest:
I whisper’d ’twas time to retire,
And seek for a Mansion of Rest.
A charmer was list’ning the while,Who caught up the tone of my lay;“O come then,” she cried with a smile,“And I’ll show you the place and the way.”I followed the witch to her home,And vow’d to be always her guest:“Never more,” I exclaim’d, “will I roamIn search of the Mansion of Rest.”
A charmer was list’ning the while,
Who caught up the tone of my lay;
“O come then,” she cried with a smile,
“And I’ll show you the place and the way.”
I followed the witch to her home,
And vow’d to be always her guest:
“Never more,” I exclaim’d, “will I roam
In search of the Mansion of Rest.”
But the sweetest of moments will fly;Not long was my fancy beguiled;For too soon I confess’d with a sigh,That the syren deceived while she smiled.Deep, deep, did she stab the reposeOf my trusting and unwary breast;And the door of each avenue close,That led to the Mansion of Rest.
But the sweetest of moments will fly;
Not long was my fancy beguiled;
For too soon I confess’d with a sigh,
That the syren deceived while she smiled.
Deep, deep, did she stab the repose
Of my trusting and unwary breast;
And the door of each avenue close,
That led to the Mansion of Rest.
Then Friendship enticed me to strayThrough the long magic wilds of romance;But I found she meant to betray,And shrunk from the sorcerer’s glance.For experience had taught me to know,That the soul that reclined on her breastMight toss on the billows of woe,And ne’er find the Mansion of Rest.
Then Friendship enticed me to stray
Through the long magic wilds of romance;
But I found she meant to betray,
And shrunk from the sorcerer’s glance.
For experience had taught me to know,
That the soul that reclined on her breast
Might toss on the billows of woe,
And ne’er find the Mansion of Rest.
Pleasure’s path I determined to try,But Prudence I met in the way:Conviction flash’d light from her eye,And appear’d to illumine my day.She cried, as she showed me a grave,With nettles and wild flowers dress’d,On which the dark cypress did wave,“Behold then the Mansion of Rest.”
Pleasure’s path I determined to try,
But Prudence I met in the way:
Conviction flash’d light from her eye,
And appear’d to illumine my day.
She cried, as she showed me a grave,
With nettles and wild flowers dress’d,
On which the dark cypress did wave,
“Behold then the Mansion of Rest.”
She spoke, and half vanish’d in air,For she saw mild Religion appearWith a smile that would banish despairAnd dry up the penitent tear:Doubts and fears from my bosom were driven;And pressing the cross to her breast,And pointing serenely to heaven,She showed me the Mansion of Rest.
She spoke, and half vanish’d in air,
For she saw mild Religion appear
With a smile that would banish despair
And dry up the penitent tear:
Doubts and fears from my bosom were driven;
And pressing the cross to her breast,
And pointing serenely to heaven,
She showed me the Mansion of Rest.