WOMAN'S SMILE
... COXB tell me, ye sages, who revel in themes, That ages have made antiquity's own Come tell me, ye dreamers ot world-mending schemes, Which from thought into fancy's bright vision shave grown— Will the rust of the past, or all learning's lore, Dispel the mind's gloom, or our moments beguile ? Will the draughts that ye quaff from philosophy's store, E'er glad ns, and cheer us, like dear woman's ...