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Shall be complete, and ev'ry part approve
Itself the work of Wisdom, join'd with Love.

Mercy prevailing, was Redeeming Grace
Sent down from Heaven to save a sinking race,
And can the tongue want prompting in His praise?
Or wait the slow return of hours and days?

Be not deceiv'd, a part is not the whole,
To love our God the great, but not the sole
Commandment giv'n us, on which life depends :
A second, which our mutual good intends,
Suits with our nature and our station here,
And helps the common load of ills to bear,-
Was graciously annexed, with purpose kind;
Nor dare to separate what thy God has join'd.
Partial obedience still abortive proves ;
Who loves his God aright, his Brother loves.

Give freely what thou giv'st ; harsh chiding

spare, Nor blemish thy good deeds with words severe ; Thy love's defective, if to deeds confin'd; A word--a look-may, with th' ingenuous mind, Outweigh thy gift : prevent the heartfelt dread Of modest want, when forc'd to ask for bread.

Hail ! heav'n-born Charity, that ne'er canst cease!
Immortal as thy source! Thou bond of peace,
That, in thy circle, comprehend'st the whole!
Impress thy sacred image on my soul
In all its wide extent !- Let me not think
To give the hungry, bread; the thirsty, drink;
Complete thy character, or form thy name,
Thy prospects terminate, or bound thy aim !
Banish all mean suspicion from my breast,
Foe to our own as to another's rest;

Be the rude hint abhorr’d, the pointed jest,
Which, like the scorpion, stings the feeling breast.

MISCELLANEOUS. Happy, oh happy he, who, not affecting

The endless toils attending worldly cares, With mind repos'd, all discontents rejecting,

In silent peace his way to heaven prepares ! Deeming his life a scene, the world a stage, Whereon man acts his weary pilgrimage.

Celestial Patience! how dost thou defeat

The foe's proud menace, and elude his hate ! While passion takes his part, betrays our peace, To death and torture swells each slight disgrace.

The way.

to bliss lies not on beds of down: He that hath borne no cross, hath not deserved a

crown,

Let folk bode well and strive to do their best,
No more's required, -let Heaven make out the

rest,

On Swearing

It chills my heart to hear the great Supreme
Rashly appeal’d to on each trifling theme;
Maintain your rank, vulgarity despise, -
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise ;
You would not swear upon the bed of death,
Reflect-your MAKER now might stop your breath.

Be ever virtuous, soon or late you'll find
Reward and satisfaction to your mind.

Live whilst you live, the epicure will say,
And seize the pleasure of the fleeting day :
Live whilst you live, the Christian preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies :
LORD, in my view may both united be!
I live in pleasure when I live to Thee.

On parents' knees, a naked new-born child,
Weeping thou satst, whilst all around thee smil'd;
So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep,
Calm thou mayst smile whilst all around thee weep.

Then let time's creeping winter shed
Its reverend snow around my head;
And as I feel by slow degrees
My sluggard blood wax chill and freeze,
May Faith unveil to my fix'd eye
A scene of deep eternity;
'Till life dissolving at the view,
I wake and find the vision true.

Inscription on a Sun-Dial. Once at a potent leader's voice it stay’d; Once it went back, when a good monarch pray'd ; Mortal! howe'er we grieve, howe'er deplore, The fleeting shadow will return no more!

ON PREACHERS.-George Herbert. The worst speak something good. If all want

sense, God takes the text and preacheth patience : He that gets patience, and the blessing which Preachers conclude with, hath not lost his pains.

Serene and master of yourself, prepare
For what may come, and leave the rest to Heaven.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

THE HAPPY MAN.

the way:

How blest the man, who, free from care and strife,
Leads not with Lux’ry, but Content, his life ;
Who walks with Health, where Temp’rance points
And joins with Gratitude to praise or pray;
From Pleasure's cup, with just disdain who turns,
Nor yet for Honor's glitt'ring pageant burns ;
Who looks with pity, where pale Ay'rice pines
O'er gems and gold yet ripening in the mines ;
To fretful Passion leaves each childish toy,
And aims, with glorious pride, at Reason's joy;
Who marks the wonders of creating pow'r,
From heaven's bright orb to earth's uncultur'd

flow'r;
Sees Nature, taught of God, dispense her laws,
And traces all things backward to their cause :
To moral science higher still would rise,
And asks of Sacred Wisdom to be wise ;
Yet stops where awful Mystry draws the veil,
And trusts, where angels must of knowledge fail;
Whose eyes, turn'd inward, his own heart explore,
Try all its depths, and trace it o'er and o’er;
Who bounds the wand'ring wish and tow'ring

thought, And strives to practise all that Jesus taught ; Yet humbly conscious that he toils in vain, That nought can Innocence once lost regain, Looks up for aid divine, and trusts alone, That Heav'n's own off'ring shall his faults atone!

ON EARLY RISING.
How foolish they who lengthen night,

,
How sweet, at early morning's rise,
To view the glories of the skies,
And mark, with curious eye, the sun
Prepare his radiant course to run !
Its fairest form then nature wears,
And clad in brightest green appears.
The sprightly lark, with artless lay,
Proclaims the entrance of the day.
How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume,
And feast the eye with Nature's bloom!
Along the dewy lawn to rove,
And hear the music of the grove!
Nor you, ye delicate and fair,
Neglect to taste the morning air ;
This will your nerves with vigour brace,
Improve and heighten every grace;
Add to your breath a rich perfume,
And to your cheeks a fairer bloom;
With lustre teach your eyes to glow,
And health and cheerfulness bestow.

THE IMPORTANCE OF TRIFLES.

Mrs. H. More. Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our mis’ry from our foibles springs ; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease, And few can save, or serve, but all can please : Oh! let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence A small unkindness is a great offence: Large bounties to bestow we wish in vain, But all may shun the guilt of giving pain. To bless mankind with tides of flowing wealth, With pow'r to grace them, or to crown with health,

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