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Poem by George Crabbe


Late Wisdom


WE'VE trod the maze of error round,
   Long wandering in the winding glade;
And now the torch of truth is found,
   It only shows us where we strayed:
By long experience taught, we know--
   Can rightly judge of friends and foes;
Can all the worth of these allow,
   And all the faults discern in those.

Now, 'tis our boast that we can quell
   The wildest passions in their rage,
Can their destructive force repel,
   And their impetuous wrath assuage.--
Ah, Virtue! dost thou arm when now
   This bold rebellious race are fled?
When all these tyrants rest, and thou
   Art warring with the mighty dead? 



George Crabbe


George Crabbe's other poems:
  1. To a Lady, on Leaving Her at Sidmouth
  2. Lines Written at Warwick
  3. Concluding Lines of Prize Poem on Hope
  4. On the Death of William Springall Levett
  5. To Emma


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