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Acknowledgment of Divine favouri. 1. WHENE’ER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God,
For all his gifts to me?
Yet God has giv’n me more ;
Or beg from door to door.
Half naked, I behold!
And cover'd from the cold! 4. While some poor creatures* scarce can tell,
Where they may lay their head,
And rest upon my bed.
And curse, and lie, and steal,
And do thy holy will.
To me above the rest?
The excellence of the Bible. 1. GREAT GOD! with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look;
Shine brightest in thy book.
Have much instruction given;
How I may get to heaven.
The goodness of the Lord;
4. Here are my choicest trèaş'ures hid,
Here best cóm'fórt lies;
And hence my hopes arīşe. 3. Lord ! make me understand thy law;
Show what my faults have been ; And from thy gospel let me draw Pardon for all my
To save my soul from hell :
Such heavenly wonders tell.
And take a fresh delight,
And meditate by night.
On In'dustry. 1. How dóeş the little busy* bee
Improve each shi'ning hour;
From every op'ning flower
How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well,
With the sweet food she makes. 3. In works of labour, or of skill,
I would be busy, too:
For idle hands to do. 4. In books, or work, or healthful play,
years be păst ;
Some good account at låst.
On early rising 1. How foolish they who lengthen night, And slumber in the morning light!
How sweet at early morning's rise,
Proclaims the entrance of the day.
And feast the eye with nature's bloom !
The drowning Fly.
Its little feet, how vainly does it ply!
And lightly gambols in the golden ray.
For you, pěrhăps', a nobler tåsk's decreed :
and sinking family to save;
To a child five years
To a Redbreast.
old. 1. FAIREST flower, all flowers excelling,
Which in Mil'top's page we see:
Àre, my fair one, types of thee. 2 Mark, my Pol'ly, how the roses
Emulate thy damask cheek;
Buds thy op'ning bloom bespeak. 3. Lilies are by plain dirěc'tión
Emblems of a double kind;
Emblems of thy fairer mind.
Blossom, fade, and die away:
The Rose. 1. How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flow'r!
In summer so frāgrant and gay!
2. Yet the rose has one pow'rful vir'tue to boast,
Åbove all the flowers of the field:
Still how sweet a per-füme' it will yield! 3. So frail is the youth and beauty of men,
Though they bloom and look gay like the rose; For all our fond care to prēşěrve' them is vain;
Time kills them as făst as he goes.
Since both of them wither and fade;
This will scent like a rose, when I'm dead.
1. THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes !
Without our regard or concern':
Some lessons of wisdom might learn.
And for winter they lay up their stores : They manage their work in such regular forms, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms,
And so brought their food within doors.
Nor provide againsť dāngers in time.
If I trifle away all their prime! 4. Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what will sérve me when sickness shall come, And pray that
my sins be forgiv'n: Let me read in good books, and believe and obey, That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay, I may dwell in a palace in heav'n.