Thy nod can make the tempeft ceafe to

blow,

Or ftill the tumult of the raging fea: With that controuling pow'r aflift ev'n me, Thofe headlong, furious paffions to confine;

For all unfit I feel my powers to be,

To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine!

Lying at a Reverend Friend's houfe one night, the Author left the following Verses in the room where be flept :

I.

O THOU dread Pow'r, who reign't

above!

I know Thou wilt me hear:

When for this fcene of peace and love,

I make my pray'r fincere.

II.

The hoary Sire-the mortal stroke,

Long, long, be pleas'd to spare; To blefs his little filial flock,

And fhow what good men are.

III.

She, who her lovely Offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,
O bless her with a Mother's joys,
But fpare a Mother's tears!

IV.

Their hope, their ftay, their darling youth,

In manhood's dawning blufh;

Blefs

Blefs him, Thou God of love and truth,

Up to a parent's wish.

V.

The beauteous, feraph Sifter-band,

With earnest tears I pray,

Thou know'ft the fnares on ev'ry hand,

Guide Thou their fleps alway.

VI.

When foon or late they reach that coaft,

O'er life's rough ocean driv'n, May they rejoice, no wand'rer loft,

A family in Heav'n !

THE

FIRST PSALM.

THE man, in life where-ever plac'd,

Hath happiness in ftore,

Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!

Nor from the feat of Scornful Pride
Cafts forth his eyes abroad,

But with humility and awe

Still walks before his GOD.

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