Me tho' in life's sequester'd vale <br />The Almighty sire ordain'd to dwell, <br />Remote from glory's toilsome ways, <br />And the great scenes of public praise; <br />Yet let me still with grateful pride <br />Remember how my infant frame <br />He temper'd with prophetic flame, <br />And early music to my tongue supply'd. <br />'Twas then my future fate he weigh'd, <br />And, This be thy concern, he said, <br />At once with Passion's keen alarms, <br />And Beauty's pleasurable charms, <br />And sacred Truth's eternal light, <br />To move the various mind of Man; <br />Till under one unblemish'd plan, <br />His Reason, Fancy, and his Heart unite.<br /><br />Mark Akenside<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inscriptions-ix-me-tho-in-life-s-sequester-d-vale/
