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LINES written on reading a line of Dr. Young's, describing the motion and order of the planetary bodies.

WE too rove ever; first with infant dream, We hang like insects o'er a summer stream; With childish step midst opening sweets we rove, Sooth'd and applauded by the voice of love; Then high with youth, we rush o'er painted lawns, Half hidden flowers, and still more hidden thorns; Mature, we wander on in paths of care, And mute, and sad, our various burdens bear; Ev'n too, in age we rove; with spirit bent, Tho' light be dim, and nature's force be spent; But rove we without error, as we go? Here pity sighs, and truth must answer, No.