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'Twas gold instructed coward hearts
Whence is this wild ungrateful rant? Each sordid rascal's daily cant: Did I, base wretch! corrupt mankind? The fault's in thy rapacious mind. Because my blessings are abus'd, Must I be censur’d, curs’d, accus'd?. I'en Virtue's self by knaves is made il cloak to carry on the trade; And power (when lodg'd in their possession) Grows tyranny, and rank oppression. Thus, when the villain crams his chest, Gold is the canker of the breast; 'Tis av'rice, insolence, and pride, Add every shocking vice beside: But when to virtuous hands 'tis given, It blesses, like the dews of Heaven: Like Heav'ı it hears the orphan's cries, Aud wipes the lears from widows' eyes.
Their crimes on gold shall Misers lay,
TO THE MEMORY OF
JANUARY 20, 1779.
A CONTEMPLATION ON NIGHT.
When the gay sun first breaks the shades of Night,
Whether those stars, that twinkling lustre send, Are suns, and rolling worlds those suns attend, Man may conjectures, and new schemes declareYet all his systems but conjectures are; But this we know, that Heav'n's eternal King, Who bid this universe from nothing spring, Can at his word, bid num'rous worlds appear, And rising worlds th’all-powerful word shall hear.
When to the western main the sun descends, To other lands a rising day he lends: The spreading dawn another shepherd spies, The wakeful flocks from their yarn folds arise; Refresh'd, the peasant seeks his early toil, And bids the plough correct the fallow soil. While we in sleep's embraces waste the night, The climes oppos'd enjoy meridian light: And when those lands the busy sun forsakes, With us again the rosy morning wakes; In lazy sleep the night rolls swilt away, And neither clime laments his absent ray.
When the pure soul is from the body flown, No more shall Night's alternate reign be known; The sun no more shall rolling light bestow, But from the Almighty streams of glory flow. Oh! may some nobler thought my soul employ, Than empty, transient, sublunary joy. The stars shall drop, the sun shall lose his fame, But thuu, O God! fur ever shine the same.
MAY-EVE, OR KATE OF ABERDEEN.
Steals softly through the night;
And kiss reflected light.
'Tis where you've seldom been;
With Kate of Aberdeen.
Upon the green the virgins wait,
In rosy chaplets gay;
And gives the promis'd May.
The promis’d May, when seen,
As Kate of Aberdeen.
Strike up the tabor's boldest notes,
We'll rouse the nodding grove;
And hail the maid I love.
He quits the tufted green;
'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.