Графични страници
PDF файл

Spread his tremendous name around,
Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound,

The gen'ral burst of joy.
12 Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at his throne ;
Ye princes, rulers, all adore;
Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r

An image of his own.
13 Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th' eternal sotRCE OF LOVE,

With youth's enliv’ning fire:
Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh his bless-d name-then soar awav,
And ask an angel's lyre.--OGILVIE.


The universal prayer. 1 FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime, ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! 2 Thou GREAT FIRST CAUSE, least understood,

Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that Thou art good,

And that myself am blind;
3 Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.
4 What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,

That more than heav'n pursue.
5 What blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;
For God is paid, when man receives

T'enjoy, is to obey.
8 Vet not to earth's contracted span,

Thy goodness let me bounci,

Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round. 7 Jet not this weak, unknowing hanı,

Presume thy holts to throw;
And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.
3 If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay ;
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart

To find that better way!
9 Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denied,

Or aught thy goodness lent. 10 Teach me to feel another's wo;

To hide the fault I see :
That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me.
11 Mean tho I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken'd by thy breath:
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Thro this day's life or death.
12 This day, be bread and peace my lot: .

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.
13 To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all beings raise!
All nature's incense rise.--Porr.


.: Conscience. 1 O treach'rous conscience!' while she seems to sleep On rose and myrtle, lull'd with syren song; While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to drop On headlong appetite the slacken'd rein, And give us up to license, unrecall'd, Unmark'd ;-see, from behind her secret stand, The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault, Avd her dread diary with horror fills.

2 Not the gross act alone employs her pen;

She reconnoitres fancy's airy band,
A watchful foe! the formidable spy,
List'ning o’erhears the whispers of our camp;
Our dawning purposes of heart explores,

And steals our embryos of iniquity. 3 As all rapacious usurers conceal *

Their doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs,
Thus, with indulgence most severe, she treats
Us spendthrifts of inestimable time;
Unnoted, notes each moment' misapply'd ;
In leaves more durable than leaves of brass,
Writes our whole history ; which death shall read
In ev'ry pale delinquent's private ear;
And judgment publish ; publish to more worlds
Than this; and endless age in groans resound. Young.


On an in fant.
1 To the dark and silent tomb,

Soon I hasten'd from the womb :
Scarce the dawn of life began,

Ere I measur'd out my span.
2 I no smiling pleasures knew ;

I no gay delights could view :
Joyless gojourner was I,

Only born to weep and die.-
3 Happy infant, early bless'd!

Rest, in peaceful slumber, rest;
Early rescu'd from the cares,

Which increase with growing years.
4 No delights are worth thy stay,

Smiling, as they seem, and gay;
Short and sickly are they all,

Hardly tasted ere they pall.
5 All our gaiety is vain,

All our laughier is but pain,
Lasting only, and divine,
Is an innocence like thine.


The Cuckoo.
| Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood,

Attendant on the spring!
Now heav'n repairs thy rural seat,

And woods thy welcome sing.
Soon as the daisy decks the green,

Thy certain voice we hear :
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,

Or mark the rolling year? 3 Delightful visitant! with thee

I hail the time of flow'rs,
When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet

Of birds among the bow'rs.
4 The school-boy, wand'ring in the wood,

To pull the flow'rs so gay,
Starts, thy curious voice to hear,

And initates thy lay.
15 Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,

Thou fly'st the vocal vale,
· An annual guest, in other lands,

Another spring to hail.
6 Sweet bird ! thy bow'r is ever green,

Thy sky is ever clear ;
Thou hasi no sorrow in thy song,

No winter in thy year!
h o could I fly, I'd fly with thee;

We'd make, with social wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the spring.-LOGAN.

Day. A pastoral in three parts:

MORNING. 1 In the barn the tenant cock,

Close to Partlet perch'd on high,
Briskly crows (the shepherd's clock !

Jocund that the morning's nigh.“ * Swiftly, from the mountain's brow,

Shadows, nurs'd by nigbt, reüre:

[ocr errors][ocr errors]

And the peeping sun-beam, now,

Paints with gold the village spire.
3 Philomel forsakes the thorn,

* Plaintive where she prates at night,
And the lark to meet the morn,

Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
4 From the low-roof'd cottage ridge,

See the chatt'ring swallow spring,
Darting through the one-arch'd bridge,

Quick she dips her dappled wing.
5 Now the pine-tree's waving top,

Gently greets the morning gale,
Kidlings, now, begin to crop

Daises, on the dewy dale.
• Froin the balmy sweets, uncloy’d,

(Restless till her task be done)
Now the busy hee's employ'd,

Sipping dew before the sun.
:7 Trickling ihrough the crevic'd rock,

Where the limpid stream distils,
Sweet refreshment waits the flock,

When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.
a Colin's for the promis'd corn, ,

(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe,)
Anxious; whilst the huntsman's horn,

Boldly sounding drowns his pipe.
9 Sweet-o sweet, the warbling throng,

On the white emblossom'd spray!
Nature's universal song,
Echoes to the rising day.

10 FERVID on the glitt'ring flood,

Now the noontide radiance glows:
Drooping o'er its intant bud,

Not a dew-drop's left the rose.
1 By the brook the shepherd dines,

From the fierce meridian heat,
Shelter'd by the branching pipes,
Pendant o'er his grassy seat.

« ПредишнаНапред »