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Thus to life, what favouring dream
Bids you to happier hours awake,
The Mayfly on the lake.
Approaching dearth of insect food,
Sink in the dimpling flood,
Your deep and cozy couch above,
To light and life and love?
Her sacred veil where Nature draws!
By Him who gives her laws.
This way a fool's head is express'd,
Thus true religion fares. For when
Some view it in another light,
In points of faith and speculation,
Others there are, and not a few,
But 0, how happy are the few Who place it in its proper view! To these it shines divinely bright, No clouds obscure its native light; Truth stamps conviction in the mind, All doubts and fears are left behind, And peace and joy at once an entrance find.
O LORD, my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine.
Whose love forbids my fears?
That wipes away my tears? No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to Thee; Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.
Thy favour all my journey through
Thou art engaged to grant; What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both ?
And crushed before the moth!
But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
THE FUTURE EXISTENCE OF BRUTES.
THE CHARACTER OF THE DOG FROM BUFFON.
" THE beasts that perish.'—Those few words are
shown On the dread pages of Inspired Record, By man, proud man, as he were doom'd alone To meet for guiltless pain supreme reward. Yet knows he well, that on the Leaves Divine Oft from the seeming sense we must refrain ; And, lest warm hope consistency resign, The letter wave, the spirit to obtain. For brutal life, while reasoning we explore The text misconstrued much, it but declares That man's free thoughts and deeds import him
more, Since this his state of trial is not theirs, To earthly life he perishes ;—but here The vast momentous difference is implied, He perishes accountable, aware That choice was given, and reason for its guide. I mark the tones of Arrogance exclaim, • Since they are form'd incapable of sin, Of innocence instinctive where's the claim ? It well may be as it had never been.' True, if permitted ills did ne'er oppress, If certain as their innocence, their peace, With the short date of being brutes possess, Heaven might ordain their consciousness should
cease; VOL. I,