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W HI LE foft through water, earth and air,

The vernal fpirits rove.
From noify joys, and giddy crowds,
To rural fcenes remove.

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,
That rofy feafon takes its flight,

And must return no more.
Yet judge by reafon's fober rules,

From falfe opinion free,
And mark how little pilf'ring years

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.
Amidst the uniycrfal change

Unconfcious of decay,
It views, unmov'd, the sithe of Time

Sweep all besides away.
Fix'd on its own eternal frame,

Eternal are its joys:
While, borne on transitory wings,

Each mortal pleafure flies.
While ev'ry fliort-llv'd flow'r of fenfe

Destructive years confume,
Through Friendlhip's fair enchanting walks

Unfading myrtles bloom.

Nor with the narrow bounds of time

The beauteous profpect ends,
But, lengthen'd through the vale of death,

To Paradife extends.


^vhile Night in folemn shade invests the poii,
And calm reflection (bathes the penfive foul;
While reafon undisturbM asserts her fway,
And life's deceitful colours fade away;

To thee, Al!-confcious-prefence! I devote
This peaceful interval of fober thought:
Here all my better faculties consine;
And be this hour of facred silence thine!

If, by the day's illusive fcenes mifled,
My erring foul from virtue's path has stray Td j
Snar'd by example, or by passion warnVd,
Some falfe delight my giddy fenfe has charm'd;
My calmer thoughts the wretched choice reprove,
And my best hopes are center'd in thy love.
Depriv'd of this, can life one joy assord?
Its utmost boast, a vain unmeaning word.

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,
And teach my rebel passions to obey \
Lest lurking folly, with insidious art,
Regain my volatile inconstant heart [
Shall every high refolve devotion frames
Be only lifelefs founds and fpecious names?
O rather, while thy hopes and fears controul,
In this still hour, each motion of my foul,
Secure its fafety by a fudden doom,
And be the foft retreat of fleep my tomb!
Calm let me flumber in that dark repofe,
Till the last morn its orient beam difclofe:
Then, when the great archangel's potent found
Shall echo through creation's ample round.
Wak'd from the fleep of death, with joy furvey
The op'ning fplendors of eternal day.



Deus eji quodcuntjut vides, quocunquc mweris.


CjTOD of my life, and Author of my days!
Permit my feeble voice to lifp thy praife;
And trembling take upon a mortal tongue
That hallow'd name to harps of feraphs fung.
Yet here the- brightest feraphs could no more
Than hide their faces, tremble, and adore.
Worms, angels, men, in ev'ry diss'rent fphere.
Are equal all, for all are nothing here.

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;
My foul fubmits to wear her wonted yoke;
With lhackled pinions strives to foar in vain,
And mingles with the drofs of earth again.
But he, our gracious Master! kind as just,
Knowing our frame, remembers man is dust.
His Spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind,
Sees the sirst wilh to better hopes inclin'd;
Marks the young dawn of ev'ry virtuous aim,
And fans the fmpaking slax into a flame,
His ears are open to the fostest cry,
His grace defcends to meet the lifted eye;
He reads the language of a silent tear,
And fighs are incenfe from a heart fmcere.
Such are the vows, the facrisice I give;
Accept the vow, and bid the fuppliant live:
From each terrestrial bondage fet me free;
Still ev'ry wifh that centres not in thee;
Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets ceafe,
And point ray path to everlafting peace-

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