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Know, mortals' know, ere first ye sprung, Ere first these orbs in ether hung, I shone amid the heavenly throng: These eyes beheld creation's day, This voice began the choral lay, And taught Archangel's their triumphant song. Pleas'd I survey’d bright Nature's gradual birth, Saw infant light with kindling lustre spread, Soft vernal fragrance clothe the flow'ring earth, And ocean heave on its extended bed; Saw the tall pine aspiring pierce the sky; The tawny lion stalk; the rapid eagle fly. Last, Man arose, erect in youthful grace, Heav'n's hallow'd image stamp'd upon his face, And, as he 'rose, the high behest was given, “That I, alone, of all the host of heaven, Should reign protectress of the godlike youth.* Thus the Almighty spake: he spake, and call'd me Truth.
ODE TO THE MORNING.
BY The SAM e.
Hail to thy living light,
In varied beauty bright:
Away, ye goblins all! Wont the bewilder'd traveller to daunt; Whose vagrant feet have trac'd your secret haunt
Beside some lonely wall, Or shatter'd ruin of a moss-grown tow'r, Where, at pale midnight's stillest hour, Through each rough chink the solemn orb of night Pours momentary gleams of trembling light.
Away, ye elves away!
Shrink at ambrosial Morning's living ray; That living ray, whose pow'r benign Unfolds the scene of glory to our eye,
Where, thron'd in artless majesty, The cherub Beauty sits on Nature's rustic shrine.
by DR. cotton.
Dean Chloe, while the busy crowd,
From the gay world we'll oft retire
If solid happiness we prize,
Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs,
We, who improve his golden hours,
That marriage, rightly understood,
Gives to the tender and the good
Our babes shall richest comforts bring;
While they our wisest hours engage,
No borrow'd joys: they're all our own,
Our portion is not large indeed,
we'll therefore relish with contest.
To be resign'd when ills betide,