But Vengeance hung not far remote, 'Tis not for us, with rash surmise, That, sent for man's instruction, bring LINES AFTER THE MANNER OF HOMER DESCRIPTIVE OF THE OPENING OF A HAMPER THE straw-stuffed hamper with his ruthless steel He opened, cutting sheer the inserted cords Which bound the lid and lip secure. Forth came The rustling package; first, bright straw of wheat, Throat-full, clear spirits the contents, distilled Of the fair mother of his friend-the Rose. HYMN FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, From infants made the public care And taught to seek thy face. Thanks for thy Word, and for thy day; And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear,-but oh, impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, And learn as well as hear! For if vain thoughts the minds engage Of older far than we What hope, that, at our heedless age, Much hope if thou our spirits take Who canst the wisest wiser make, Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, And be thy mercies showered on those LONGING TO BE WITH CHRIST To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope, And waft me away to his throne! My Saviour whom absent I love, All glory, dominion, and power; Dissolve thou the bond, that detains When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy beauty I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, Oh then shall the veil be removed, And round me thy brightness be poured, I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, Shall see him whom unseen I adored. And then, never more shall the fears, Or, if yet remembered above, Thus the strokes which from sin and from pain Will but strengthen and rivet the chain ON A MISCHIEVOUS BULL WHICH THE OWNER OF HIM SOLD AT THE AUTHOR'S INSTANCE Go! thou art all unfit to share The squirrel here his hoard provides, And woodpeckers explore the sides Of rugged oaks for worms. The sheep here smooths the knotted thorn With frictions of her fleece; And here I wander eve and morn, Like her, a friend to peace. Ah! I could pity thee exiled But thou canst taste no calm delight; Thy magnanimity in fight, I care not whether east or north, IMPROMPTU ON WRITING A LETTER WITHOUT HAVING ANYTHING TO SAY So have I seen the maids in vain They bite the lip and scratch the head, TO MRS. THROCKMORTON ON HER BEautiful trANSCRIPT OF HORACE'S ODE AD LIBRUM SUUM" MARIA, Could Horace have guessed The honour which you have bestowed He had laughed at the critical sneer Which he seems to have trembled to meet. "And sneer, if you please," he had said, "Who shall give me, when you are all dead, "Shall dignity give to my lay, "Although but a mere bagatelle; "And even a poet shall say, "Nothing ever was written so well." INSCRIPTION FOR A STONE ERECTED AT THE SOWING OF A GROVE OF OAKS AT CHILLINGTON, THE SEAT OF T. GIFFARD, ESQ. 1790 OTHER stones the era tell When some feeble mortal fell; Of these hardy sons of earth. Which shall longest brave the sky, I must moulder and decay; Cherish honour, virtue, truth, Stone at heart, and cannot grow. ANOTHER FOR A STONE ERECTED ON A SIMILAR OCCASION AT THE SAME PLACE IN THE FOLLOWING YEAR READER! behold a monument That asks no sigh or tear, To MRS. KING ON HER KIND PRESENT TO THE AUTHOR, A PATCHWORK QUILT OF HER OWN MAKING |