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MISCELLANIE S.

KNOWLEDGE dwells

In heads replete with thoughts of other men;
Wisdom, in minds attentive to their own.
Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mafs,

The meer materials with which wifdom builds,
"Till fmooth'd, and squar'd, and fitted to its place,
Does but incumber whom it seems t'enrich.-
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd fo much,
Wifdom is humble that he knows no more.

YES, oh my foul! there is a Supreme Being, who governs the world, and is prefent with it, who takes up his more fpecial 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 foul, like another foul, actuating thy faculties, exalting thy views, purifying thy paffions, 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 prefence, as truly as if thou didst see him?

YE gaudy pageants of life's dubious hour,
How does each ruffling blaft your honours rend;
How often stain'd by forrow's briny fhower,
Ye hang your heads, and to the duft defcend!

VOL. II.

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An ODE to SPRING.

HAIL, genial pow'r, revolving spring!
Thy bleft return, O! let me fing,
And aid my languid lays :
Let me not fink in floth fupine,
While all creation at thy fhrine,
Its annual tribute pays.
Efcap'd from winter's freezing pow'r,
Each bloffom greets thee, and each flow'r,
While foremost of the train,
By nature (artlefs handmaid!) dreft,
The fnow-drop comes in lily'd vest,
Prophetic of thy reign.

The bright-hair'd fun, with warmth divine,
Bids trees and fhrubs before thy shrine
Their infant buds display:
Again the ftreams refreth the plains,
Which winter bound in icy chains,
And sparkling bless 'his ray!
Life-giving zephyrs breathe around,
And inftant glows th' enamell'd ground

With nature's varied hues :
Not fo returns our youth decay'd;
Alas! nor air, nor fun, nor thade,
The fpring of life renews.
The fun's too quick-revolving beam,
Dissolves at once the human dream,
And brings th' appointed hour.
Too late we catch the parting ray,
And mourn the idly wafted day
No longer in our pow'r.-
Then happieft he whofe lengthen'd fight
Purfues by virtue's steady light

A hope beyond the skies;

Where frowning winter ne'er fhall come,
But rofy fpring for ever bloom

And funs eternal rife.

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WHEN I have taken my morning walk amidft dews and flowers, with the fun fleedding luftre round him, and unveiling the happy landfcape, how has my eye been Charmed with the lovely profpect! How has my ear been ravished with the mufic of the grove! Methought, every note was a tribute of harmony, and all nature feemed one grand chorus, fwelling with the Creator's praife-But, how has the fcene been reverfed, when leaving my rural Elyfium I entered the haunts of men!-where I heard the tongue, prompt to utter, and fluent to exprefs, every thing but its Maker's praife.

THAT fashions fhould fo often vary from our justeft notions of right and wrong, is not a thing to be wondered at, as they commonly take their rife from the court or the Яage; neither of which is the fchool of virtue.

LET thofe, whofe narrow views to earth confin'd, Neglect the culture of th' immortal mind, Of ev'ry vain amusement here grow fond, Grovel in fenfe, nor know a with beyondLet us, with nobler hopes infpir'd, arise To brighter profpects, and fublimer joys; Purfue 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 upon their own evidence, who affirm it to be good.

WHOEVER has through life continued to become gradually wifer and better, has obtained a fource of divine felicity, a well of living water, which, like the widow's oil, fhall increafe as it is poured out, and which, though it was fupplied in time, eternity fhall not exhauft.

IT is by the Sun of Righteoufnefs alone that we discover completely our duty and our intereft, and behold that'

pattern of Divine perfection which the Chriftian afpires to imitate, by "forgiving injuries, and returning good "for evil."

A VIRTUOUS man enjoys more peace in adverfity, than a wicked man in profperity.

The SONG of SIMEON paraphrafed.

'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 chofen feers foretold,
Faithful now and stedfast prove,
God of truth and God of love!
Since at length my aged eye,
Sees the Day-fpring from on high,
Sun of Righteoufnefs, 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 fhade,
Lift their eyes, and from afar,
Hail the light of Jacob's ftar;
Waiting till the promised ray
Turn their darkness into day.
See the beams intenfely fhed,
Shine o'er Sion's favour'd head;
Never may they hence remove,
God of truth, and God of lowe!

IT is neceffary to habituate our minds, in our younger, years, to fome employment, which may engage our thoughts, and fill the capacity of the foul at a riper age. For, however we may roam in youth from folly to folly, too volatile for reft, too foft and effeminate for industry, ever ambitious to make a fplendid figure; yet the time