12. 'Tis HE that bids the tempest rise,

And rolls the thunder through the skies.
His voice the elements obey:

Through all the earth extends his sway. 13. His goodness all his creatures share; But man is his peculiar care.

Then, while they all proclaim his praise,
Let man his voice the loudest raise.

SECTION XXVI.

Praise due to God for his wonderful works.

1. My God! all nature owns thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day!
When all thy lov'd creation wakes,
When Morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the op'ning flower,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she pours her choral song,
Her melodies to thee belong!

2. Or when, in paler tints array'd,

The Evening slowly spreads her shade;
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day's enliv'ning bloom,
Still every fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire;
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead the soften'd heàrt to thee.
3. In every scene thy hands have dress'd,
In every form by thee impress'd,
Upon the môûn'tain's awful head,

Or where the shelt ring woods àre spread;.
In every note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,
A voice is heard of praise and love.
4. As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul,
O never may their smiling train
Păss o'er the human scene in vain!
But oft, as on the charm we gaze,
Attune the wond'ring soul to praise;
And be the joys that most we prize,
The joys that from thy favour rise!

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SECTION XXVII.

The happy end.

1. WHEN life's tempestuous* storms àre o'er,
How calm he meets the friendly shore,
Who liv'd ǎverse' to sin!

Such peace on virtue's path attends,
That, where the sinner's pleaş'ure ends,
The good man's joys begin.

2. See smiling patience smooth his brow!
See the kind angels waiting now,
To lift his soul on nigh!
While eager for the blest ǎbōde,
He joins with them to praise the God,
Who taught him how to die.

3. The horrours of the grave and hell,
Those sorrows which the wicked feel,
In vain their gloom display;
For he who bids yon comet burn,
Or makes the night descend, can turn
Their darkness into day.

4. No sorrow drowns his lifted eyes;
Nor horrour wrests the struggling sighs;
As from the sinner's breast:

His God, the God of peace and love,
Pours sweetest cóm'fórts from above,
And sooths his heart to rest!

SECTION XXVIII.

A kind and gentle temper of great importance to the happiness of life.

1. SINCE trifles make the sum cf hunan things,
And half our mis'ry from our foibles springs;
Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease,
And few can save or serve, but all can please;
Oh! let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence,
A small unkindness is a great offence.

2. Large bounties to bestow, we wish in vain:
But all may shun the guilt of giving pain.
To bless mankind with tides of flowing wealth,
With pow'r to grace them, or to crown with health,

* těm-pès'lshū-ūs.

The taunting word suppress'd, as soon as thought
On these Heav'n băde the sweets of life depend:
And crush'd ill fortune* when it made a friend.
4. A solitary blessing few can find;

Our joys with those we love are intertwin'd:
And he whose wakeful tenderness removes
Th' obstructing thorn which wôûnds the friend he
Smooths not another's rugged path ălōne,

But scatters roses to ǎdôrn his own.

5. Small slights, contempt, neglect, unmix'd with hat Make up in number what they want in weight: These, and a thousand griefs, mi nūte' as these, Corrode our cóm'fórts, and destroy our peace.

1. HAIL, artless Simplicity, beautiful maid, In the genuine attractions of na'ture array'd: Let the rich and the proud, the gay and the vain Still laugh at the graces that move in thy train. 2. No charm in thy modest allurements they find; The pleasures they follow a sting leave behind. Can criminal passion enrap'tūret the breast, Like vir'tue, with peace and serenity blest? 3. O would you Simplicity's precepts attend, Like us, with delight at her âltar you'd bend; The pleasure she yields would with joy be embr You'd practise from vir'tue, and love them from 4. The linnet enchants us the bûshes ămóng:

Though cheap the musician, yet sweet is the son We catch the soft wârb'ling in air as it floats, And with ecstasy hang on the ravishing notes. 5. Our water is drawn from the clearest of springs, And our food, nor disease nor sa-ti'e-ty brings: Our mornings are cheer'fûl, our labours àre blest,

6. From our culture* yon gàrden its ornament finds;
And we catch at the hint of improving our minds:
To live to some purpose we constantly try;
And we mark by our actions the days as they fly.
7. Since such àre the joys that Simplicity yields,

We may well be content with our woods and our fields. How useless to us then, ye great, were your wealth, When without it we purchase both pleaş'ure and health.

SECTION XXX.

Care and Generosity.

1. OLD Care, with in'dustry and art,
At length so well had play'd his part,
He heap'd up such an ample store,
That av'rice could not sigh for more.
2. Ten thousand flocks his shep'hérd told,
His coffers overflow'd with gold;
The land all round him was his own,
With corn his crowded grăn❜ries groan.
3. In short, so văst his charge and gain,
That to poşşess' them was a pain:
With happiness oppress'd he lies,
And much too prudent to be wise
4. Near him there liv'd a beauť'eous maid,
With all the charms of youth array'd;
Good, amiable, sincere, and free;
Her name was Generosity.

5. 'Twas her's the largess to bestow
On rich and poor, on friend and foe.
Her doors to all were open'd wide;
The pilgrim there might safe ǎbide.
6 For th' hungry and the thirsty crew,
The bread she broke, the drink she drew
There sickness laid her aching head,
And there distress could find a bed.
7. Each hour, with an all-bount'eous hand,
Diffus'd the blessings round the land.
Her gifts and glory lasted long,

And num'rous was th' accepting throng. 8. At length pale pen'ry seiz'd the dame, And fortunet fled, and ruin came;

MORE.

She found her riches at an end, And that she had not made one friend. 9. All blam'd her for not giving more,

Nor thought on what she'd done before.
She wept, she rav'd, she tore her hair,
When lo! to cóm'fórt her, came Care;
10. And cried, "My dear, if you will join
Your hand in nuptial bonds with mine,
All will be well-you shall have store,
And I be plagu'd with wealth no more.
11. Tho' I restrain your bount'eous heart,
You shall act the generous part."
The bridal came, great was the feast,
And good the pudding and the priest.
12. The bride in nine moons brought him forth
A little maid of matchless worth:

Her face was mix'd with care and glee,
And she was nam'd Economy.

13. They styl'd her fair discretion's queen,
The mistress of the golden mean.

Now Generosity contin'd,

Perfectly easy in her mind,

Still loves to give, yet knows to spare,
Nor wishes to be free from Care.

SECTION XXXI.

The Slave.

1. WIDE over the tremulous sea,

The moon spread her mantle of light;
And the gale, gently dying away,

Breath'd soft on the bo'şóm of night.
2. On the fōre'căs-tle Măr'a-tăn stood,
And pour'd forth his sorrowful tale;
His tears fell unseen in the flood;

His sighs påss'd unheard' in the gale.
3. "Ah, wretch!" in wild anguish, he cried,
"From country and liberty torn!
Ah, Măr'a-tăn, would thou hadst died,

Ere* o'er the salt waves thou wert borne ! 4.."Through the groves of An-gō'lă I stray'd,

Love and hone

my host

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