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W HI LE foft through water, earth and air,
The vernal fpirits rove.
The mountain fnows are all diflblv'd,
And huih'd the blust'ring gale: While fragcant Zephyrs gently breathe
Along the flow'ry vale.
The circling planets' constant rounds
The w'mt'ry wastes repair; And still from temporary death,
Renew the verdant year.
But ah! when once our tranfient bloom,
The fpring of life, is o'er,
And must return no more.
From falfe opinion free,
Can steal from you or me.
Each moral pleafure of the heart,
Each lasting charm of truth. Depends not on the giddy aid
Of wild inconstant youth.
The vain coquet, whofe empty pride
A fading face fupplies, . May justly dread the wintry gloom.
Where all its glory dies. Leave fuch a ruin to deplore,
To fadmg forms consin'd: Nor age nor wrinkles difcompofe
One feature of the mind.
Unconfcious of decay,
Sweep all besides away.
Eternal are its joys:
Each mortal pleafure flies.
Destructive years confume,
Unfading myrtles bloom.
Nor with the narrow bounds of time
The beauteous profpect ends,
To Paradife extends.
^vhile Night in folemn shade invests the poii,
To thee, Al!-confcious-prefence! I devote
If, by the day's illusive fcenes mifled,
But, ah ! how oft my lawlefs passions rove, And break thofe awful precepts I approve \ Purfue the fatal impulfe 1 abhor, And violate the virtue I adore! Oft, when thy better Spirit's guardian care Warn'd my fond foul lo Ihun the tempting fnare, My stubborn will his gentle aid reprefs'd, And check'd the rifmg goodnefs in my breast; Mad with vain hopes, or urg'd by falfe desires, Still'd his foft voice, and quench'd his facred sires.
With grief opprefs'd, and prostrate in the dustv Should st: thou condemn, I own the fentence just. t But, oh, thy fofter titles let me claim, And plead my caufe by mercy's gentle name. Mercy! that whipes the penitential tear, And dissipates the horrors of defpair; From vigorous justice steals the vengeful hour, Softens the dreadful attribute of pow'r, Difarms the wrath of an ossended God, And foals my pardon in a Saviour's blood [
All-powerful Grace, exert thy gentle fway,
AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.
Deus eji quodcuntjut vides, quocunquc mweris.
CjTOD of my life, and Author of my days!
All Nature faints beneath the mighty name
Which Nature's works, through all her parts, proclaim.
1 feel that name ray inmost thoughts controul.
And breathe an awful stillnefs through my foul;
As by a charm, the waves of grief fubside;
Impetuous paflion stops her headlong tide:
At thy felt prefence all emotions ceafe,
And my hulh'd fpirit sinds a fudden peace,
Till every worldly thought within me dies,
And earth's gay pageants vanilh from my eyes;
Till all my fenfe is lost in insinite,
And one vast object sills my aching sight.
But foon, alas ! this holy calm is broke;