Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe, br O Youth to partial Fortune vainly dear! br To plunder'd Want's half-shelter'd hovel go, br Go, and some hunger-bitten infant hear br Moan haply in a dying mother's ear: br Or when the cold and dismal fog-damps brood br O'er the rank church-yard with sear elm-leaves strew'd, br Pace round some widow's grave, whose dearer part br Was slaughter'd, where o'er his uncoffin'd limbs br The flocking flesh-birds scream'd! Then, while thy heart br Groans, and thine eye a fiercer sorrow dims, br Know (and the truth shall kindle thy young mind) br What Nature makes thee mourn, she bids thee heal! br O abject! if, to sickly dreams resign'd, br All effortless thou leave Life's common-weal br A prey to Tyrants, Murderers of Mankind.