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Dona praefentis rape laetus horae, ac
But thou, oh Nymph retir’d and coy!
My woes here shall clofe ne'er, In what brown hamlet dost thou joy
But with the closing tomb! To tell thy tender tale?
lappy! ye sons of busy life, The lowliest children of the ground,
Who, equal to the bustling strife, Mofs-rose and violet, blossom round,
No other viewiegırd! And lily of the vale.
Ev'n when the wished end 's denied, o say what foft propitious hour
Yet, while the busy means are plied, I belt may choose to hail thy pow's,
They bring their own reivard: And court thy gentle fivay?
Whilit I, a hope-abandun'd wight, When Autumn, friendly to the Muse,
Untitted win an aim, Shall thy own modest tints diffuse,
Meet ov'ry fui returning night And ihed thy inilder day :
And joylet, morn the came. When Eve, her dewy star beneath,
You, butlin, and jurtling,
Forget cach grief and pain;
I, littlets yet reilers,
Find ev'ry profpeet vain.
How blest le Solitary's lot, Low whisp’ring thro’ the shade.
Whio, all-forgetting, all-forgot,
Within this humble cell,
The cavern wild with tangling roots, § 56. To Wijdom. Mrs. BARBAULD.
Sits o'er his newly-gather'd fruits,
Beside hi, cryftal well! WISDOM! if thy foft controul
Or haply to his cr’ning thought, Can footh the sickness of the soul,
By unfrequented stream, Can bid the warring pallions cease,
The ways of men are diftant brouglie, And breathe the calm of tender peace;
A faint-collected dreain: Wisdom ! I bless thy gentle fway,
While prailing, and railing And ever, ever will obey.
His thoughts to Heav'n on high, But if thou com'st with frown austere
As wand'ring, incand'ring, To nurse the brood of care and fear;
Ile vicw's the folemn iky. To bid our sweetest paflious dic,
Than I, no lonely Hermit plac'd And leave us in their room a sigh;
W'here never human footstep trac'd, Or if thine aspect stern have pow'r
Lofs fit to play the part, To wither each poor transient flow'r
The lucky moment to improve, That cheers this pilgrimage of woe,
And just to ftop, and just to mo!c, And dry the springs whence hope should flow "; With felf-reípecting art : Wisdom, thine empire I disclaim,
But ah! those picatures, loves, and joys, Thoi empty boast of pompous naine !
Which I tco kcerly taite, In gloomy shade of cloisters dwell,
The Solitary can detpise, But never haunt my cheerful cail.
Can want, and vet be blert! Hail to pleasure's frolic train !
He needs mor, he needs rot, Hail to fancy's golden reign!
Or liumzu lore or hate; Festive mirth, and laughter wild,
Whilft I herc, must cry here, Free and sportful as the child!
At perfidy ingrate! Hope with eager sparkling cyes,
Oh! enviable car.y days, And easy faith, and fond Turprise !
When dancing thoughtie's Picasure's maze, Let thele, in fairy colours drest,
To Care, to Guilt unknown ! For ever share my careless brcait :
How ill exchang'd for riper times, Then, tho' wife I may not be,
To feel the follies or the crimes The wife themselves ihall envy me.
Of others, or my own!
Ye tiny elves, that guiltless sport § 57. Despondency. An Orde. Burns. Like linnets in the buth, OPPRESS'D with grief, opprefs'd with care,
Ye little know the ills
ye court, A burden more ihan I can bear,
When manhood is
your with! I fit me down and figh:
The loilcs, the cronics, O life! thou art a galling load,
That active man engage ; Along a rough, a weary road,
The fears all, the tears all,
Of din declining age !
§ 58. Tre fruilty and Folly of Man. PRIOR.
llow by himself insensibly bctray'd! Must be my bitter dcom;
In our own strength unhappily secure, How shall a child presume to sing
His dreadful Majetty!
great his pow'r is, none can tell, We wish to charm, and seek to be belov'd. Nor think how large his grace; 0. pleasure's flow'ry brink we idly stray, Not men below, nor saints that dwell Maders as yet of our returning way:
On high before his face. Secing no danger, we difarm our mind,
Not angels, that stand round the Lord, And give our conduct to the waves and wind :
Can scarch his secret will;
But they perforin his heav'nly word,
And sing his praises till.
And my first off rings bring;
Th'xternal God will not disdain
To hcar an infant ling.
Sound from a fecble voice.
Praise for Creation and Providence, $59. A Par apbrase on the latter Part of the Sixib Chapter of St. Mattbew. THOMSON.
I SING th' almighty pow'r of God,
That made the mountains rise ;
Ando'er my cheek defcends the falling tear; And built the lofty ikies !
I sing the Wisdom that ordain'd
The sun to rule the day;
The moon fhincs full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food;
And then pronounc'd them good.
If I survey the ground I tread,
There's not a plant or flow'r below
But makes thy glories known;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.
In heav'n he shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath !
'Tis on his earth I stand or move, Obferre the various vegetable race;
And 'tis his air I breathe.
He kceps me with his eye :
Who is for ever nigh?
Praise to God for our Redemption.
BLEST be the wisdom and the pow'r,
And save our ruin'd race!
And from his glory fell;
And we his children thus were brought
To dcąth, and near to hell.
Bleft be the Lord that sent his Son
I would not change my native land
For rich Peru, with all her gold :
A nobler prize lies in my hand
Than East or Western Indies hold.
How do I pity those that dwell
Where ignorance or darkness reigns!
They know no hcav'n, they fcar no hell,
Those endless joys, thosc endlefs pains.
Thy glorious promises, O Lord,
Kindle my hopes and my desire;
While all the preachers of thy word
Warn me to 'scape eternal fire.
Thy praise fhall fill employ my breath,
Since thou hast mark'd my way to heav'n ;
Nor will I run the road to death,
And waste the blellings thou hast giv'n.
Praise for the Gospel
LORD, I ascribe it to thy grace,
And rot to chance, as others do,
That I was born of Christian race,
And not a Heathen or a Jew.
What would the ancient Jewish kings
And Jewith prophets once have giv'n,
Could they have heard those glorious things
Which Christ reveal'd and brought from heav'n!
How glad the Heathens would have been,
That worship'd idols, wood and stone,
If they the book of God had seen,
Or Jesus and his gospel known!
Then, if this gospel I refuse,
How thall I c'er lift up mine cyes !
For all the Gentiles and the Jews
Against me will in judgment rile.
Praise to God for learning to Read.
THE praises of my tongue
I offer to the Lord,
That I was taught, and learnt so young,
To read his holy word.
That I am brought to know
The danger I was in;
By nature, and by practice too,
A wretched llave to fin,
That I am led to see
I can do nothing well;
And whither shall a sinner fice
To save himself from hell?
Dear Lord, this book of thine
Informs me where to go
For grace to pardon all my fin,
How Christ, the Son of God,
Did undertake our great concern ;
Our ransom cost his blood.
And now he reigns above,
He fonds his Spirit down
To lhew the wonders of his lore,
And make his gospel known,
O may that Spirit teach,
I now for ever fear
T''indulge a sinful thought,
And writes down ev'ry fault !
In a more cheerful strain,
§ 63. Solemn Thoughts concerning God and Dearb. And have not learnt in vain.
THERE is a God that reigns above, 9 61. The Excellency of the Bible demonftraled. Lord of the heav'ns, and earth, and seas:
Watts. I fear his wrath, I ask his love, REAT God, with wonder and with praise And with my lips I sing his praise. On all thy works I look ;
There is a law which he has writ, But still thy wisdom, pow's, and grace,
To teach us all what we must do: Shine brightest in thy book.
My soul, to his commands fubinit, The stars, that in their courses roll,
For they are holy, just, and true. Have much inftruction given ;
There is a gospel of rich grace, But thy good word informs my soul
Whence finners all their comforts draw; How I inay climb to heaven.
Lord, I repent, and seek thy face, The fields provide me food, and thew For I have often broke thy law. The goodness of the Lord;
There is an hour when I must die, But fruits of life and glory grow
Nor do I know how soon 't will come; In thy most holy word.
A thousand children, young as I,
Are called by death to hear their doom,
Let me jimprove the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is filed; And hence my hopes arise.
There 's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardons offer'd to the dead.
Just as the tree, cut down, that fell
To north or fouthward, there it lies;
So man departs to heav'n or hell,
Fix'd in the Itate wherein he dies.
$ 64. Heaven and Helle WATTE Such heav'nly wonders tell. Then let me love my Bible more,
THERE is beyond the sky
A heav'n of joy and love; And take a fresh delight
And holy children, when they dica Bi day to read these wonders o'er,
Go to that world above, And meditate by night.
There is a dreadful hell, $ 62. The All-feeing God. WATTS.
And everlasting pains;
There finners must with devils dwell, ALMIGHTY, God,
thy piercing eye Strikes thro' the shades of night,
In darkness, fire, and chains, And our most secret actions lie
Can such a wretch as I All open to thy light.
Escape this cursed end? There's not a sin that we commit,
And may I hope, whene'er I dic,
I shall to heay'n ascend?
Then will I read and pray,
While I have life and breath, And must the crimes that I have done
Left I should be cut off to-day,
And sent to eternal death.
$ 65., The Advantages of early Religion. WATTS. Lord, at thy foot alhamd I lie;
HAPPY the child whose tender years Upward I dare not look:
Rcceive instructions well; Pardon my sins before I die,
Who hates the finner's path, and fears And blot them from thy book.
The road that leads to hell. Remember all the dying pains
When we devote our youth to God', That my Redeemer felt;
'Tis plealing in his eyes; And let his blood walls out my stains,
A fiow'r when offer'd in die bud And aniver for my guilt.
Is no vain sacrifice.
'Tis eafier work, if we begin
Samuel the child was wean'd, and brought To fear the Lord betimes;
To wait upon the Lord; While sinners that grow old in sin
Young Timothy beriines was taught Are harden'd in their crimes.
To know his holy word. 'Twill save us from a thousand snares,
Then why should I so long delay To mind religion young;
What others learn to foon? Grace will preserve our following years,
I would not pass another day And make our virtue firong.
Without this work begun. To thee, almighty God, to thee,
Our childhood we refign; 'Twill please us to look back and fee
$ 65. Again Lying. WATTS. That our whole lives were thinc.
'Tis a lovely thing for youth Let the fiveet work of pray'r and praise
To walk betimes in wisdom's way; Employ my youngest breath ;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth, Thus I 'm prepar'd for longer days,
That we may truit to all they say. Or fit for early death.
But liars we can never trust,
Tho' they should speak the thing that 's true ! § 66. The Danger of Deluy. WATTS.
And he that docs one fault at first, WHY hould I say,
“'Tis yet too soon And lies to hide it, makes it two. “ To seek for Hcav'n, or think of death?" Have we not known, nor heard, nor read, A flow'r may fade before 'tis noon,
How God abhors deceit and wrong ? And I this day may my
How Ananias was struck dead,
Caught with a lie upon his tongue ?
So did his wife Sapphira dic,
When the came in, and grew fo bold
As to contirm that wicked lic
That just before her husband told.
The Lord delights in them that speak
The words of truth; but ev'rr liar To all my groans another day!
Must Inve his portion in the lake What if his dreadful anger burn,
That buros with brimnfione and with fire While I refuse his offerid
grace, And all his love to fury turn,
Then let me always watch my lips, And strike me dead upon the place!
Left I be struck to death and heil,
Sinec God a book of reck’ning keeps 'Tis dangerous to provoke a God!
For ev'ry lie that children scil.
$69. Aguinfo narvelling and Fighting. W'ATTi. Then 'twill for ever be in vain To cry for pardon and for giace;
LET dogs delight to bark and bite, To with I had my time again,
For God hath made thiem fo ; Or hope to see my Maker's face!
Let bears and lions growl and light,
For 'tis their nature too : § 67 Examples of carly Picty. WATTS.
But, children, you should never lc:
Such angry patuions risc;
Your litule hauds were never made
To tear each other's eyes. Religion in their youth!
Let love through all your actions run, Jesus, who reigns above the sky,
And all your words be mild ; And keeps the world in awe,
Live like the blessed Virgin's Son,
That swect and lovely Child.
His soul was gentle as a lamb:
And, as his stature grew, (The Jews all wond'ring stand) Yet he obey'd his mother then,
He grew in favour both with man
And God his Father too.
Now, Lord of all, he reigns above;
And from his hcav'nly throne They gave hiin honour with their tongue, He fees what children dwell in love, While scribes and priests blafpheme,
And marks thein for his own.