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Thy bouhteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
My daily thanks employ,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise, For O! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
An Ode on Providence.
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence! Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
Ii. In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt.
And breath'd in tainted air.
Made every region please;
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene sea*.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
In all its horrors rise..
v.' Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart; When waves on waves, and gulphs on gulphs,.
Overcame the pilot's art.
Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lordr.
Thy mercy set me free,
My soul took hold on thee.
For though in dreadful' whirls we hung,.
High on the broken wave,
Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will .r
At thy command was still*
In midst of dangers, fears, and death;
Thy goodness L'll adore;
A.nd humbly hope for more.
Thy sacrifice shall be;
Shall join my soul to thee.
Ode to Spring.
Inspires my languid lays:
Its annual tribute pays.
1?scap'd from Winter's freezing pow'r,
And, foremost of the train,
Prophetic of thy reign.
The lark now strains her tuneful throat,
Calls Echo from her cell;
The nymph, wholov'd too well.
The bright-hair'd sun, with warmth benign,
Their infant buds display:
And sparkling bless his ray.
Life-giving zephyrs breathe around,
With nature's varied hues;
The spring of life renews.
The sun's too quick revolving beara
And brings th' appointed hour;
No longer in our pow'r.
Then happiest he, whose lengthen'd sight
A hope beyond the skies;
And suns eternal rise.
The Employments of a Country Life.
When the fresh Spring in all her state is crown'd.
And high luxuriant grass o'erspreads the ground.
The lab'rer with the bending scythe is seen,
Shaving the surface of the waving green,
Of all her native pride disrobes the land,
And meads lays waste before his sweeping hand:
While with the mounting sun the meadow glows,
The fading herbage round he loosely throws;
But if some sign portend a lasting show'r,
Th' experienced swain foresees thecoming hour,
His sun.burnt hands the scatt'ring fork forsake,
And ruddy damsels ply the saving rake;
In rising hills the fragrant harvest grows,
And spreads along the field in equal rows.
Now when the height of heav'n bright Phoebus gains,
0 lead me, guard me from the sultry hours,
And evii at noon the sweets of ev'ning taste.
Here I peruse the Mantuan's Geofgic strains,
1 wander o'er the various rural toil,
And know the nature of each diff'rent soil:
Here I survey the purple vintage grow,
Climb round the poles, and rise in graceful row; .
Now I Behold the steed curvet and bound,
And paw with restless hoof the smoaking ground.
The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Or when the ploughman leaves the task of day,
Now night in silent state begins to rise, And twinkling orbs bestrow th' uncloudy skies; Her borrow'd lustre growing Cynthia lends, And on the main a glittering path extends; Millions of worlds hang in the spacious air, Which round their suns their annual circle steer. Sweet contemplation elevates my sense, While I survey the works of Providence. 0 could the muse in loftier strains rehearse The glorious Author of the universe, Who reins the winds, gives the vast ocean bounds, And circumscribes the floating worlds their rounds, My soul bhould overflow in songs of praise, And my Creator's name inspire my lays!