EFTIREMENT

Fan from the world, O Lord, I fee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

The a retreat, the silent shade,.
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow Thee.

There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,.
And grace her mean abode,
Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God.

There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine,
And (all harmonious names in one,)
My Saviour, Thou art mine!

What thanks Fowe Thee, and what love,
A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above,
When time shall be no more.

10 VIMU AMBORLIAD

JOHN LOGAN.

JOHN LOGAN was born at Soutra, in Mid Lothian, in 1748. He was bred to the Scottish Church, and became one of the ministers of Leith. Disagreeing, however, with his congregation, he came to London, and supported himself by his pen. He died there in December, 1788. Logan contributed many of the finest paraphrases to the Collection used in the Scottish Church. His poetry discovers great taste, and delicacy of sentiment. and a fervent imagination, and is written with much elegance.

THE COMPLAINT

OF NATURE.

JOB XIV.

FEW are thy days and full of wo,
O man, of woman born!
Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
And shalt to dust return."

Determined are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;

The numbered hour is on the wing,
That lays thee with the dead.

Alas! the little day of life

Is shorter than a span;

Yet black with thousand hidden ills
To miserable man.

Gay is thy morning; flattering hope
Thy sprightly step attends;
But soon the tempest howls behind,
And the dark night descends.

Before its splendid hour the cloud

Comes o'er the beam of light;

A pilgrim in a weary land,

Man tarries but a night.