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Somo drops of joy with draughts of ill between;
Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing
Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ?
Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ?
I tremble to approach an angry God,
Fain would I
Forgive my foul offence !!! Fain promise never more to disobey ; But, should my Author health again dispense,
Again I might desert fair virtue's way; Again in folly's path might go astray ;
Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray,
Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet to temptation
O Thou, great Governor of all below!
If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee, Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,
Or still the tumult of the raging sea : With that controuling pow'r assist ev'n me,
Those headlong furious passions to confine: For all unfit I feel my powers to be,
To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; 0, aid me with thy help, Omnipotence Divinc !
Lying at a reverend friend's house one night, the
author left the following
In the room where he slept.
Othou dread Pow'r, who reign'st above!
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make my pray'r sincere.
Long, long, be pleas'd to spare,
And show what good men are.
With tender hopes and fears,
But spare a mother's tears !
In manhood's dawning blush ;
Up to a parent's wish.
With earnest tears I pray,
Guide thou their steps alway.
O'er life's rough ocean driv'n,
A family in heav'n!
THE FIRS I PSALM.
The man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Nor learns their guilty lore:
Nor from the seat of scornfül pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe
Still walks before his God.
That man shall flourish like the trees
Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high,
And firm the root below.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast, And like the rootless stubble tost,
Before the sweeping blast.
For why? that God the good adore
Hath giv’n them peace and rest, But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly blest.
Under the pressure of violent anguish,
o Thou Great Being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know :
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Obey thy high behest.
Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath! 0, free my weary eyes from tears,
Or close them fast in death!
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design ;
To bear and not repine !
THE FIRST SIX VERSES
OF THE NINETIETH PSALM.
O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Their stay and dwelling place!
Before the mountains heay'd their heads
Beneath thy forming hand, Before this pond'rous globe itself,
Arose at thy command ;
That pow'r which rais'd and still upholds
This universal frame,
Was ever still the same.
Those mighty periods of years
Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before thy sight
Than yesterday that's past.
Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to existence brought;
Return ye into nought !"
Thou layest them, with all their cares,
In everlasting sleep;
With overwhelming sweep.
They flourish like the morning flow'r,
In beauty's pride array'd;
All wither'd and decay'd.
TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY,
On turning one down with the plough, in
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thy slender stem;
Thou bonnie gem.
Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet!
Wi' speckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet
The purpling east.
Cauld blew the bitter-biting north
Amid the storm,
Thy tender form.
The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou beneath the random bield
O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field,
There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread,