Tell, when affrighted Nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his lock,
And trembled at his frown.
Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects flatt'ring on the gale,
In mutual concourse rise;
Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,
In incense to the skies.
Wake all ye mountain tribes, and sing;
Ye pluuy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise
To arm who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glin'ring wipes with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.
Let man by nobler passions sway 'l,
The feeling her, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ ;
Spread his tremendous rance around,
Till heav't's broad arch rings back the sound,
The gen'rat burst of joy..
Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nuve'd on the downy lap of pase,
Fall prostrate at his throne:
Ye princes, rulers, all adore jor
Praise him ye kings who makes your pow's
An image of his own.
Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th’eternal source of LOVE
With youth's enliv'ring fire:
Let age take up the tugeful, lay,
Sigh his bless'd name,
And ask an angel's lyre,
SECTION XV.
THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou Great First cause, least understood,
Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that Thou art good,
And that myself am blind;
Yet give me, in this dark cstate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will;
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heav'n pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid, when man receives
T'enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think the Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.
Let not this weak unknowing hand,
Presume thy bolts to throw;
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, oh teach my
To find that better way!
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me,
Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Siuce quicken'd by thy breath;
Olead me whereso'er I go,
Thro' this day's life or death!
This day be bread and peace my lot;
All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all being raise
All nature's incense rise.
TREACH'ROUS Conscience! while he seems to sleep
On rose and myrtle, lull'd with siren song;
While she seems nodding o'er her charge, to drop
On headlong appetite, the slacken'd rein,
And give us up to licence, unrecall'd,
Unmark'd; see, from behind her secret stand,
The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault,
And her dread diary with horror fills.
Not the gross act alone employs her pen;
She reconnoitres fancy's airy, band,
A watchful foe! the formidable spy,
List'uing, o'erhears the whispers of our camp;
Our dawning purposes of heart explores,
And steals our embryos of iniquity.
As all rapacious usurers conceal
Their doomsday book from all consuming heirs
Thus with indulgence most severe, she treats
Us spendthrifts of inestimable time;
Unnoted, notes each moment misapply'd,
In leaves more durable than leaves of brass,
Writes our whole history; which death shall read
In ev'ry pale delinquent's private ear;
And judgment publish; publish to more worlds
Than this; and endless age in groans resound,
ON AN INFANT.
To the dark and silent tomb,
Soon I hasted from the womb:
Scarce the dawn of life began,
Ere I measur'd out my span.
I no smiling pleasures knew;
I no gay delights could view;
Joyless sojourner was I,
Only born to weep and die.
Happy infant, early bless'd!
Rest, in peaceful slumber, rest;
Early rescu'd from the cares,
Which increase with growing years
No delights are worth thy stay,
Smiling as they seem and gay;
Short and sickly are they all,
Hardly tasted ere they pall.
All our gaiety is váin,
All our laughter is but pain:
Lasting only, and divine,
1s au innocence like thine.
HAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood
Attendant on the spring!
Now heav'n repairs thy rural seat,
And woods thy welcome sing.
Soon as the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear:
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
Or mark the rolling year?
Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flow'rs,
When heav'n is fill'd with music swee
Of birds among the bow'rs.
The school boy wand'ring in the wood,
Fo pull the flow'rs so gay,
Starts, thy curious voice to hear,
And imitates thy lay.
Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fly'st thy vocal vale,
An annual guest, in other lands,
Another spring to hail.
Sweet bird! thy bow'r is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year!..
O could I fly, I'd fly with theex
We'd make with social wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the spring.
SECTION ΧΙΧ.
DATA PASTORAL IN THREE PARTS.
In the barn the tenant cock,'
Close to Partlet, perch'd on high,
Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock !】
Jocund that the morning's nigh.
Swiftly from the mountain's brow,"
Shadows nurs'd by night retire;
And the peeping sun-beam, now,
Paints with gold the village spire.
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive, where she prates at night;
And the lark, to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
From the low roof'd cottage ridge,"
See the chatt'ring swallow spring;
Darting through the one arch'd bridge,
Quick she dips her dappled wing.
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