"Remember! that Omnipotence can give Boundless reward, should you afflicted live. Then, heed not earthly troubles or hard toil You'll meet the blessing on his heavenly soil." "I see, I must repress my most lov'd views, And wear the thorny crown I would not choose." "Make it a crown of fortitude and use; And, 'mid our storms, the calm we need produce. Your gentle qualities may soothe away The factious passions which disgrace our day." "I'll make the effort. Be your care my shield, And to no more regrettings will I yield." "Be King of mind and happiness to all, And these, to every home, to every heart, Will peace and comfort, joy and hope impart. And bring the blessings which from Heaven we ask. Man tends to imitate and please the throne: "Who is that stranger gazing on me now? He sighs! Some misery rests upon his brow. Shall we accost him? See, he moves this way." Is fast o'erclouding. From York's castled hill The black-hair'd tempest rushes. Direst ill Will mark its southward course. Ambition soon Will struggle to possess its guilty boon." "What are you?" "Rivers! be as firm as wise, And be the lynx to penetrate disguise. I've trac'd the inward conflict, and foresee, He vanish'd in a copse near which they stood: They vainly sought him in th' entangled wood, To make the warning oracle more clear. Mysterious riddles but inculcate fear, And give no fruit of knowlege. Yet I mean To guide with wariness your public scene." "I hate all dark surmise, and twilight views; "Enlighten'd prudence is man's genuine seer: All else, of earth, is dream, chance, fraud, or fear." Again the castle horn! - Two troops await. "My brothers! uncles! loyal knights and brave! Behold, my prince, the guardians of your throne. Come, let our hearts their welcome presence own! BOOK III. RICHARD'S EARLIER FEELINGS, AND SUBSEQUENT WISHES AND FLUCTUATIONS. WHILE thus the princely boy each day became Too early call'd to deeds of high emprise, The heart of Richard knew not common ties. His youth the arm of Victory had led On Barnet's mist-wrapt plain, when Hastings fled. Surpass'd by no one, but his brother king, |