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JUAN MELENDEZ VALDES.
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I yield, from the current
I tremblingly fly:
But with eyes looking back,
Repeat with a sigh,—
"If to fall be a sin,
What hast thou, Nature, meant?
The path made so easy,
So sweet the descent?
"How blest are the creatures,
With instincts secure,
Whom to swerve from the right
No perils allure!"
OF THE SCIENCES.
I applied myself to science,
In its great truths believing,
That from my troubles I hence
Some ease might be receiving.
O! what a sad delusion!
What lessons dear I learned me!
To verses in conclusion,
And mirth and dance I turn'd me.
