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See yon refulgent lamp of day.
With unabating glory crown'd,
Rejoicing in his giant strength,
To run his daily destin'd round.
So may I still perform thy will:
Great Sun of Nature and of Grace !
Nor wander devious from thy law;
Nor faint in my appointed race.

What charms display the unfolding flowers,
How beauteous grows the enamell'd mead?
More beauteous still the heaven wrought robe,
Of purest white and fac'd with red,
The sun exhales the pearly dews,

Those brilliant sky shed tears that mourn
His nightly loss till from earth's cheek
They're kiss'd away by pitying morn.
For laps'd mankind what friendly tears,
Beat on our weal did Angels shed?
Bound, bound our hearts, to think those tears
Made frustrate all when Jesus bled!

Arabia wafts from yonder grove

Delicious odours in the gale;

And with her breeze børn fragrance greets,

Each circumjacent hill and dale.

An incense may my morning, song,

A sweetly smelling savor rise,

Perfum'd with Gilead's precious balm,

To make it grateful to the skies.

And when from death's long sleep I wake,

To nature's renovating day.

Cloathe me with thy own righteousness,

And in thy likeness, Lord array.

HYMN to PACE.

AIL, sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode Mid circling saints, that grace the throne of God, Before his arm, around this shapeless earth, Stretch'd the wide heavens and gave to nature birth ? Ere morning stars his glowing chambers hung, Or songs of gladness woke an angel's tongue; Veil'd in the brightness of th'Almighty's mind, In blest repose thy placid form reclin'd; Born thro' the Heaven, with his creating voice,

Thy presence bade the unfolding world rejoice,
Gave to seraphic harps their sounding lays,..
Their joy to angels and to men their praise.

From scenes of blood these beauteous shores that stain
From gasping friends that press the sanguin'd plain,
From fields, long taught in vain thy flight to mourn,!!
I rise, delightful power, and greet thy glad return;
Too long the groans of death and battle's bray
Have rung discordant thro' the unpleasing lay;
Let pity's tear its balmy fragrance shed,

O'er heroes' wounds, and patriot warriors dead
Accept, departed shades, these grateful sighs,
Your fond attendants, to th' approving skies...
But now the untuneful trump shall grate no more,
Ye silver streams, no longer swell with gore;
Bear from your beauteous banks the crimson stain,
With yon retiring navies to the main:
While other views unfolding on my eyes,
And happier themes bid bolder numbers rise.
Bring, bounteous peace, in thy celestial thong,
Life to my soul, and rapture to my song;
Give me to trace, with pure unclouded
ray,
The arts and virtues that attend thy sway;
To see thy blissful charms that here descend
Thro' distant realms and endless years extend.

PROLOGUE.

AS when some peasant, who to treat his lord,

Brings out his little stock and decks his board.
With what his ill-stor❜d cupboard will afford,
With aukward bows, and ill plac'd rustic airs,
To make excuses for his feast prepares;

So we, with tremor, mix'd with vast delight,
View the bright audience which appears tonight;
And, conscious of its meanness, hardly dare
To bid you welcome to our homely fare.
Should your applause a confidence impart,
To calm the fears that press the timid heart,
Some. hope I cherish, in your smiles I read 'em,
Whate'er our faults, your candor can exceed 'em,

ADDITIONAL DIALOGUES.

Scene between CECILIA BEVERLY and HENRIETTA BEL

FIELD.

Gec. MY dear Henrietta, you seem to be overjoyed.

May I know the cause?

Hen. My dear, dear Miss Beverly, I have such a thing to tell you you would never guess it don't know how to believe it myself Mr. Delvill has written to me! he has indeed! here is the note! [holding out a letter.] Cec. Indeed! I long to know the contents, pray read it. Hen. [reads it.].

"To MISS BELFIELD,

Mr. Delvill presents his compliments to Miss Belfield, and begs to be permitted to wait on her for a few minutes at any time in the afternoon she would please to appoint."

Only think! it is me, poor simple me, of all people, that he wants to speak with. But what can he want! My dearest Cecilia tell me what you think he can have to say to me.

Cec. Indeed it is impossible for me to conjecture.

Hen, If you can't, I am sure there is no wonder I can't. I have thought of a million things in a minute. It can't be about business---It can't be about my brother. It can't be about my dear Miss Beverly--l suspect-A servant enters with a message.]

Ser. A gentleman in the parlour desires to speak with Miss Belfield. Servant goes out.] Hen. My dear Miss Beverly, what shall i say to him? Pray advise me. I am so confused I can't say a single word.

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Cec. I can't advise you, Miss Belfield, for I don't know what he will say to you? .

Hen. But I can guess, I can guess! and I shan't know what in the world to answer. I shall behave like a sim, pleton and disgrace myself.

[Cecilia leaves ber and Mr. Delvill enters the room] Delvill. Good morrow Miss Belfield. I hope I have the pleasuse to see you well to day. Is Miss Beverly at home? I have a message for her from my mother.

Hen. [Witb a look of disappointment] yes, sir, she is at home. I will call her. [goes out]

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[Cecilia enters.]

Delv. Good morrow, madam, I have presumed to wait on you, this morning, by permission of my mother. But I am afraid that permission is so late that the infiuenee I hoped from it is past.

Cec. I had no means, Sir, of knowing you came from her. Otherwise I should have received her commands without hesitation.

Delu. I would thank you for the honour you do her, was it less pointedly exclusive. Yet I have no right to reproach you. Let me ask, Madam, could you, after my solemn promise at our last parting, to renounce all future claim upon you, in obedience to my mother's will, could you think me so dishonorable, as to obtrude myself into your presence, while that promise was in force?

Cec. I find I have been too hasty. I did indeed believe Mrs. Delvill would never authorize such a visit: but as I was much surprised, I hope I may be pardoned for a little doubt.

Delv. There spoke Miss Beverly! the same, the unaltered Miss Beverly I hoped to find. Yet is she unaltered? Am I not too hasty! And is the story I have heard about Belfield a dream? an error? a falsehood?

Cec: If it was not such a quick succession of quarrels would be endless perplexity, I would be affronted that you can ask me such a question.

Delv. Had I thought it a question, I should not have asked it. But never for a moment did I credit it, till the rigour of your repulse alarmed me. But as you are good enough to account for that, I am encouraged to make known the design of my present visit. Yet with confidence I cannot speak? bardly with hope.

Cee. One thing Sir, let me say before you proceed; if your purpose has not the sanction of Mrs. Delvill, as well as your visit, I would be excused from Hearing it, for I shall most certainly refuse it.

Delv. I would mention nothing without her concurrence, she has given it: and my father has also consented to my present application.

Cec. (clasping ber bands in joy). Is it possible!

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