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S T A N Z AS
S A ME
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene!
Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill be
tween : Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing
Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
Or Death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode? For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms;
I tremble to approach an angry God, And justly smart beneath his fin-avenging rod.
Fain would I say, 'Forgive my foul offence!'
Fain promise never more to disobey; But, should my Author health again dispense,
Again I might desert fair Virtue's way; Again in Folly's path might go astray ;
Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Then how should I for Heav'nly Mercy pray, Who act so counter Heav'nly Mercy's
plan? Who fin so oft have mourn'd, yet to temp
O Thou, Great Governor of all below!
Thy nod can make the tempest cease to
blow, Or still the tumult of the raging sea : With that controuling pow'r aflift ev’n me,
Those headlong, furious passions to con
For all unfit I feel my powers to be,
To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; 0, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine !
Lying at a Reverend Friend's house one night,
the Author left the following Verses in the room where be sept :
0 THOU dread Pow'r, who reign’ít
I know Thou wilt me hear :
I make my pray'r fincere.
The hoary Sire-the mortal stroke,
Long, long, be pleas'd to spare; To bless his little filial flock,
And show what good men are.
She, who her lovely Offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears, O bless her with a Mother's joys,
But spare a Mother's tears !
Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, In manhood's dawning blush;