EFTIREMENT Fan from the world, O Lord, I fee, The a retreat, the silent shade,. There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,. There, like the nightingale, she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, Author and Guardian of my life, What thanks Fowe Thee, and what love, JOHN LOGAN. JOHN LOGAN was born at Soutra, in Mid Lothian, in 1748. He was bred to the Scottish Church, and became one of the ministers of Leith. Disagreeing, however, with his congregation, he came to London, and supported himself by his pen. He died there in December, 1788. Logan contributed many of the finest paraphrases to the Collection used in the Scottish Church. His poetry discovers great taste, and delicacy of sentiment. and a fervent imagination, and is written with much elegance. THE COMPLAINT OF NATURE. JOB XIV. FEW are thy days and full of wo, Determined are the days that fly The numbered hour is on the wing, Alas! the little day of life Is shorter than a span; Yet black with thousand hidden ills Gay is thy morning; flattering hope Before its splendid hour the cloud Comes o'er the beam of light; A pilgrim in a weary land, Man tarries but a night. |