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Father of heav'n and earth! this change is thine :
By thee the seasons in gradation roll; Thou great Omniscient Ruler of the world!
Thou Alpha and Omega of the whole !
Here humbly bow we down our heads to thee;
'Tis ours the voice of gratitude to raise : Thine to diffuse thy blessings o'er the land ;
Thine to receive the incense of our praise !
Pure if it rises from the conscious heart,
With thee for ever does the symbol live Tho'small for all thy love is man's return,
Thou alk'st no more than he has pow'r to give.
URN, gentle Hermit of the dale,
« And guide my lonely way « To where yon taper chears the vale
• With hofpitable ray.
« For here forlorn and lost I tread,
• With fainting steps and flow; • Where wilds, immeasurably fpread,
• Seem length'ning as I go.'
• Forbear, my fon,' the Hermit cries,
To tempt the dang'rous gloom ; • For yonder phantom only flies'
- To lure thee to thy doom.
• Here is Here to the houseless child of want
My door is open still ; * And tho' my portion is but fcant,
• I give it with good will:
* Then turn to-night, and freely share
• Whate'er my cell bestows;
• No flocks that range the valley free
• To slaughter I condemn ; • Taught by that Power that pitiés me,
• I learn to pity them:
• But from the mountain's grassy side
· A guiltless feast I bring ; • A scrip with herbs and fruits supply'd,
· And water from the spring.
* Then, pilgrimi, turn, thy cares forėgo ;
• All earth-born cares are wrong: * Man wants but little here below,
• Nor wants that little long.'
His rising cares the Hermit fpy'd,
With answering care oppress'd :
• The forrows of thy breast?