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The Old Man's Comforts.
“ In the days of my youth,” father William re
plied, “ I remember'd that youth could not last; I thought of the future whatever I did,
That I never might grieve for the past.”
“ You are old, father William," the young man
cried, " And life must be haft'ning away; You are cheerful, and love to converse upon death:
Now tell me the reason, I pray.” “I am cheerful, young man,” father William
replied, « Let the cause thy attention engage : In the days of my youth I remember'd my God, And he hath not forgotten my age.”
The Traveller's Return.
THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN.
SWEET to the morning traveller
The sky-lark's earliest song,
The dewy light among.
And cheering to the traveller
The gales that round him play, When faint and wearily he drags
Along his noontide way.
And when beneath th' unclouded sun
Full wearily toils he,
Most pleasant melody.
And when the evening light decays,
And all is calm around, There is fweet music to his ear
In the distant sheep-bell's sound,
And (weet the neighbouring church's bell
That marks his journey's bourn; But sweeter is the voice of love That welcomes his return !
I Care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
Day and Night.
DAY AND NIGHT.
When the gay sun first breaks the fades of night,
land, We view the traces of th' almighty hand; Millions of stars in heaven's wide vault appear, And with new glories hang the boundless sphere:
The Glver moon her western couch forsakes,
THE TAME STAG.
As a young stag the thicket pass’d,
The stag was brought before his wife: The tender lady begg’d his life. How sleek's the skin! how speci'd likę crmine! 'Sure never creature was so charming!