retreat,

[flame;

And in my bofom raifed religious He taught my heart with gratitude to beat, [Hanway's name. While he pronounced the virtuous

"Here now I tafte of true content and peace, [hours employ; Here guiltless pleasure doth my Revolving days do but my blifs increase, While oft to heav'n I raise the hymn of joy.

" Here, when the fabbath claims our Maker's praife, [attend: The penitential band with joy We feel the warmth of sweet religious

rays,

[er's friend. We praise our God, the lonely mourn

"Before us, Thompson opes the facred page: [given ; To him the flowers of eloquence are He clears our doubts, does all our thoughts engage,

And points the way to happiness and heaven.

The pleafures are gone with the fair: The ftreamlet moves on with a figh, And each grot feems a haunt of despair.