SEC'TION II.

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?
2. Not more than others I dēşěrve',

Yet God has giv’n me more ;
For I have food, while others starve,

Or beg from door to door.
3. How many children in the street,

Half naked, I behold!
While I am cloth'd from head to feet,

And cover'd from the cold! 4. While some poor creatures* scarce can tell,

Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,

And rest upon my bed.
5. While others early learn to swear,

And curse, and lie, and steal,
LORD! I am taught thy name to fear,

And do thy holy will.
6. Are these thy favours, day by day,

To me above the rest?
Then let me love thee more than they, -
And try to sérve thee best.

SEC'TION III.

The excellence of the Bible. 1. GREAT GOD! with wonder and with praise

On all thy works I look;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,

Shine brightest in thy book.
2. The stars, which in their courses roll,

Have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul

How I may get to heaven.
3. The fields provide me food, and show

The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word,

4. Here are my choicest trèaş'ures hid,

Here best cóm'fórt lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,

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

sin.
6. For here I learn how Jē'şūs died,

To save my soul from hell :
Not all the books on şarth beside

Such heavenly wonders tell.
7. Then let me love my Bible more,

And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,

And meditate by night.

SECTION IV.

On In'dustry. 1. How dóeş the little busy* bee

Improve each shi'ning hour;
And găther honey all the day,

From every op'ning flower
2. How skilfully she builds her cell !

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 Sa'tăn finds some mis'chief still

For idle hands to do. 4. In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let
my
first

years be păst ;
That I may give for every day

Some good account at låst.

SEC'TION V.

On early rising 1. How foolish they who lengthen night, And slumber in the morning light!

How sweet at early morning's rise,
To view the glories of the skies,
And mark with curious eye, the sun
Prepare his radiant course to run!
Its fairest form then nature wears,
And clad in brightest green appears.
The sprightly lark, with artless lay,

Proclaims the entrance of the day.
2. How sweet to breathe the gale's pěrfüme',

And feast the eye with nature's bloom !
Alòng' the dewy lawn to rove,
And hear the musick of the grove!
Nor you, ye delicate and fair,
Neglect to taste the morning air;
This will your něrves with vigour brace,
Improve and heighten every grace;
Add to your breath a rich pěr-fûme';
And to your cheeks a fairer bloom:
With lustre teach your eyes to glow,
And health and chēérfulness bestow. ARA'STRONG.

SECTION VI.

The drowning Fly.
1. In yonder glăss, behold a drowning Fly!

Its little feet, how vainly does it ply!
Poor helpless insect ! and will no one save ?
Will no one snatch thee from the threatning grave ?
My finger's top shall prove a friendly shore,
There, trembler, all thy dangers now are o'er;
Wipe thy wet wings, and banish all thy fear:
Go, join thy num'rous kindred in the air.
Ăway it flies; reşumes its harmless play;

And lightly gambols in the golden ray.
2. Smile not, spectators, at this hům'ble deed:

For you, pěrhăps', a nobler tåsk's decreed :
А
young

and sinking family to save;
To raise the thoughtless from destruction's ware !
To you, for help, the wretched lift their eyes,:
0! hear, for pity's sake, their plaintive cries;
Ere* long, unless some guard'ian interpose,
O’er their devoted heads, the floods may cloge.

To a child five years

SEC'TION VII.

To a Redbreast.
LITTLE bird, with bò'som red,
Welcome to my humble shed !
Daily near my table steal,
While I pick my scanty meal.
Doubt not, little though there be,
But I'll căst a crumb to thee:
Well rewarded, if I spy
Pleaş'ure in thy glăn'cing eye;
See thee, when thou'st eat thy fill,
Plume thy breast, and wipe thy bill.
Come, my feather'd friend, again !*
Well thou know'st the broken pane!
Ask of me thy daily store;
Ever welcome to my door.
SEC'TION VIII.

old. 1. FAIREST flower, all flowers excelling,

Which in Mil'top's page we see:
Flowers of Eve's embower'd dwelling,

Àre, my fair one, types of thee. 2 Mark, my Pol'ly, how the roses

Emulate thy damask cheek;
How the bud its sweets discloses

Buds thy op'ning bloom bespeak. 3. Lilies are by plain dirěc'tión

Emblems of a double kind;
Emblems of thy fair complexion,

Emblems of thy fairer mind.
4. But, dear girl, both flowers and beauty

Blossom, fade, and die away:
Then pursue good sense and duty,
Evergreens, which ne'erf decay.

SEC'TION IX.

The Rose. 1. How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flow'r!

In summer so frāgrant and gay!
But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day.
* ă-gin'

+ gērli

näre.

2. Yet the rose has one pow'rful vir'tue to boast,

Åbove all the flowers of the field:
When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours lost,

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.
4. Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty,

Since both of them wither and fade;
But gain a good name by performing my duty:

This will scent like a rose, when I'm dead.

WATTS.

SEC'TION X.

The Ant.

1. THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes !
We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies,

Without our regard or concern':
Yet as wise as we are, if we went to their school,
There's many a sluggard, and many a fool,

Some lessons of wisdom might learn.
2. They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play,
But găther up corn in a sun-shiny day,

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.
3. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ănt,
If I take not due care for the things I shall wânt,

Nor provide againsť dāngers in time.
When death or old age shall stare in my face,
What a wretch shall Î be in the end of my days,

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.

WATTS