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SONGS FOR
BOYHOOD.
THE END OF THE PLAY.
William Makepeace Thaokekat.
The play is done; the curtain drops,
Slow falling to the prompter's bell; A moment yet the actor stops,
And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task,
And, when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask,
A face that's any thing but gay.
One word ere yet the evening ends;
Let's close it with a parting rhyme, And pledge a hand to all young friends,
As tits the merry Christmas-time. On life's wide scene you, too, have parts,
That Fate ere long shall bid you play. Good-night! with honest, gentle hearts
A kindly greeting go alway.
Good-night! Fd say the griefs, the joys,
Just hinted in this mimic page, The triumphs and defeats of boys,
Are but repeated in our age. I'd say, your woes were not less keen,
Your hopes more vain than those of men, Your pangs or pleasures of fifteen
At forty-five played o'er again.
I'd say, we suffer and we strive
Not less nor more as men than boys, With grizzled beards at forty-five
As erst at twelve in corduroys. And if, in time of sacred youth,
We learned at home to love and pray, Pray Heaven that early love and truth
May never wholly pass away.
And in the world, as in the school,
I'd say how fate may change and shift, The prize be sometimes with the fool,
The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall,
The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all,
The kind cast pitilessly down.
Who knows the inscrutable design ? Blessed be he who took and gave!
Why should your mother, Charles, not mine, Be weeping at her darling's grave ?*
We bow to Heaven that willed it so, That darkly rules the fate of all,
That sends the respite or the blow. That's free to give or to recall.
This crowns his feast with wine and wit:
Who brought him to that mirth and state? His betters, see, below him sit,
Or hunger hopeless at the gate. Who bid the mud from Dives' wheel
To spurn the rags of Lazarus ? Come, brother, in that dust we'll kneel,
Confessing Heaven that ruled it thus.
So each shall mourn in life's advance
Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed; Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance,
Aud lougiug passion unfulfilled. Amen! whatever fate be sent,
Pray God the heart may kindly glow, Although the head with cares be bent,
And whitened with the winter snow.
Come wealth or want, come good or ill,
Let young and old accept their part, Aud bow before the Awful Will,
And bear it with an honest heart. Who misses or who wins the prize ?
Go, lose or conquer, as you can; But if you fail, or if you rise,
Be each, pray God, a gentleman!
A gentlemau, or old or young!
(Bear kindly with my humble lays!) The sacred chorus first was sung
Upon the first of Christmas-days; The shepherds heard it overhead�
The joyful angels raised it then : Glory to Heaven on high, it said,
And peace on earth to gentle men!
My song, save this, is little worth ;
I lay my weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love, and mirth,
As fits the solemn Christmas-tide. As fits the holy Christmas birth,
Be this, good friends, our carol still: Be peace on earth, be peace on earth,
To men of gentle will!
* Charles Buller, ob. November -29th, 1S4S, vet 42.







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