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HOW useless and unhappy are those idle mortals who in the morning count the tedious hours of the day, complain of their number, and lay out part of them in contriving how to squander the rest.
An Hymn to the CREATOR.
First gave me power to move,
The wonders of thy love?
Whilft void of thought and sense I lay,
Dust of my parent earth,
And call'd me into birth.
From thee my parts their fashion took,
And e'er my life begun,
Were written one by one.
Thy eye beheld in open view
The yet unfinished plan;
And form'd the future man,
O may this frame that rising grew
Beneath thy plastic hands,
Whate'er thy will commands.
The soul that moves this earthly load
Thy semblance let it bear,
That stamp'd his image there,
THE refinements of dissipation have arisen to such a pitch, that what was luxury to our fore-fathers, does not now even comprize the necessaries of life.
TO plead custom in defence of a fault, is to intimate that offences become more excusable by being multiplied : an inference as weak as it is dangerous.
On being waked in the Night by a violent STORM,
LOCK'D in the arms of balmy sleep,
From every care of day,
And as secure I lay.
Sudden, tremendous thunders roll,
Quick lightnings round me glare;
And wakes the heart to pray’r.
Whate'er, O Lord, at this still hour,
These awful sounds portend,
for nature's end,
Grant me to bear with equal mind
These terrors of the sky,
Alike to live or die.
Welcome the bolt, where'er it fail
Beneath the passing sun;
And let that will be done,
Quick interpose, all gracious Lord,
In this tremendous night;
For mercy as for might!
Thy suppliant's voice to hear;
And all my soul holds dear.
Let it not kill where riot foul
Pours forth the drunken jest,
Starts wild from troubled reft.
A while, O spare, those finful breasts,
Whose deeds the night deform,
Unconscious of the storm.
Succour the couch where beauty lies,
All pale with tender fear;
O pour thy comforts there!
Let them not waste this awful night
Like common hours away;
More fair than orient day.
Warm’d by each flash, may virtue rise,
And with its glories fpread,
Shrinks in new terrors dead.
So, on that dreadful judgment day,
Whose image shakes the foul ;
And loudest thunders roll,
Well pleas'd, O Lord, each eye shall see
Those final thunders liurl'd;
That flash which melts the world.
AGED wisdom, when joined with acknowledged virtue, exerts an authority over the huinan mind, greater even than that which arises from power and flation. It can check the most forward, aballa the most profligate, and strike with awe the most giddy and unthinking.
AFFLICTION is our best friend, and its awful lesons are never fo neceffary as in youth. We set out in life, ardent with the hope of attaining happiness, but pursue a wrong.path, as we seek it in diversions and sensual pleasures. Happy they who by afflictions are called off to a more rational course!
An INSCRIPTION written at a favourite Retirement,
Nor splendor gild these mild retreats;
Displays her unambitious sweets;
She strays, with ruftic garlands crown'd;
To Aing their bosom'd fragrance round.
To trace thy step, serene, and free;
Thro' these calm scenes to follow thee.
O'er these green flopes, from tumult far;
Or welcome up yon ev’ning star;
Thy gen'rous whispers charm his ear,
And meet fair peace and freedom here.
WORLDLY enjoyments are shorn to be hollow and deceitful, with an expreis intention to direct our affections towards those which are fpiritual. The same discoveries which diminih the value of the one, serve to increase that of the other.
ONE of the most important lessons which can be given. to inan, is resignation to his Maker; and nothing inculcates it more than the experience of his own inability to guide hiinfelf.
Ode to HUMANITY.
Which goodness only knows;
That hears another's woes.
Thy soothing voice the wretch can cheer,
Whom anguish taught to figh;
From pale afliction's eye.
Thy sacred beam shall shine;
And swells it to divine,
For ever clad in native charms,
Thy smile benignant lives;
In anger, it forgives.
Like heav'n's high goodness unconfin'd,
It spreads from pole to pole;
To bless the human soul.
Thy stream, and mercy's, child of love;
HE whose wishes, respecting the posseflions of this world, are the mott reasonable and bounded, is likely to lead the fafest, and, for that reason, the most delirable life. By aspiring too high, we frequently miss the happiness, which, by a less ambitious aim, we might have gained. High happineis on earth, is rather a picture which the imagination forms, than a reality which man is allowed to poilefs.