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. KNOWLEDGE dwells
In heads replete with thoughts of other men;
Wisdom, in minds attentive to their own,
Knowledge, a rude un profitable mass,
The meer materials with which wisdom builds,
"Till smooth'd, and squar'd, and fitted to its place,
Does but incumber whom it seems t'enrich.-
Knowledge is proud that he has learn's so much,
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

YES, oh my soul! there is a Supreme Being, who governs the world, and is present with it, who takes up his more special habitation in good men, and is nigh to all who call upon him, to fanctify, and affist them! Haft thou not felt him, oh! my soul, like another soul, actuating thy faculties, exalting thy views, purifying thy passions, exciting thy graces, and begetting in thee an abhorrence of fin, and a love of holiness? And is not all this an argument of his presence, as truly as if 'thou didit see him?

YE gaudy pageants of life's dubious hour,
How does each ruffling blaft your honours rend;

How often stain'd by sorrow's briny shower, ,"
Ye hang your heads, and to the dust descend !

Vol. II.



HAIL, genial pow'r, revolving spring!
Thy blest return, O! let me fing,

And aid my languid lays:
Let me not sink in Roth supine,
While all creation at thy shrine,

Its annual tribute pays.
Escap'd from winter's freezing pour's,
Each blossom greets thee, and each Aow's,

While foremost of the train,
By nature (artless handmaid !) drest,
The snow-drop comes in lily'd veit,

Prophetic of thy reign.
The bright-hair'd fun, with warmth divine,
Bids trees and shiubs before thy shrine

Their infant buds display:
Again the streams refresh the plains,
Which winter bound in icy chains,

And sparkling bless his ray!
Life-giving zephyrs breathe around,
And instant glows th' enamellid ground

With nature's varied hues :
Not so returns our youth decay'd;
Alas! nor aii, nor sun, nor thade,

The spring of life renews.
The fun's too quick-revolving beam,
Diffolves at once the human dream,

And brings th' appointed hour.
Too late we catch the parting ray,
And mourn the idly wasted day

No longer in our pow'r.-
Then happieft be whole lengthen'd fight
Pursues by virtue's steady light

A hope beyond the skies;
Where frowning winter ne'er shall come,
But rofy, spring for ever bloom
And suns eternal rise.


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WHEN I have taken my morning walk amidft dews and flowers, with the fun Needding lutre round him, and unveiling the happy landscape, how has my eye been tharmed with the lovely profpe&t! How has my car beer ravished with the mufic of the grove! Methought, every note was a tribute of harmony, and all nature feemed one grand chorus, swelling with the Creator's praise-But, how has the scene been reversed, when leaving my rural Elyfium I entered the haunts of men !- where I heard the tongue, prompt to utter, and Auent to express, every thing but its Maker's praise.

THAT fashions Bould fo often vary from our justest notions of right and wrong, is not a thing to be wondered at, as they commonly cake their rise from the court or the kage; neither of which is the school of virtue.

LET those, whofe narrow views to earth confind,
Neglect the culture of th' immortal mindig
Of ev'ry vain amusement here grow fond,
Grovel in fenfe, nor know a with beyond
Let us, with nobler hopes inspir'd, arise
To brighter prospects, and sublimer joys;
Pursue unwearied the delightful road
That leads us onward to our Father-GOD.

AS few can judge with impartiality of their own character, none are believed merely apon their own evidence, who affirm it to be good.

WHOEVER has through life continued to become gradually wifer and better, has obtained a source of divine felicity, a well of living water, which, like the widow's oil, thall increase as it is poured out, and which, though. it was supplied in time, eternity shall not exhaust. . ..

· IT is by the Sun of Rightoousness alone that we discover completely our duty and our interest, and behold that

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pattern of Divine perfection which the Christian aspires to imitate, by “ forgiving injuries, and returning good « for evil.”

A VIRTUOUS man enjoys more peace in adversity, than a wicked man in prosperity.

The Song of Simeon paraphrased.

'TIS enough-the hour is come
Now within the filent tomb;
Let this mortal frame decay,
Mingled with its kindred clay;
Since thy mercies oft of old,
By thy chosen seers foretold,
Faithful now and stedfast prove,
God of truth and God of love!
Since at length my aged eye,
Sees the Day-spring from on high,
Sun of Righteousness, to thee,
Lo! the nations bow the knee,
And the realms of diftant kings
Own the healing of thy wings.
Those whom death had overspread
With his dark and dreary shade,
Lift their eyes, and from afar
Hail the light of Jacob's star;
Waiting till the promised ray
Turn their darkness into day.
See the beams intensely shed,
Shine o'er Sion's favour'd head;
Never may they hence remove,

God of truth, and God of love! IT is necessary to habituate our minds, in our younger, years, to some employment, which may engage our thoughts, and fill the capacity of the soul at a riper agc.For, however we may roam in youth from fo!ly to folly, too volatile for reft, too soft and effeminate for industry, ever ambitious to make a splendid figure; yet the time

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