Thomas Gray

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
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Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly rising o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.

Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.

Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye,
That mocks the tear if forced to flow.

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.

Since sorrow never comes too late
And happiness too swiftly flies.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.

When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.