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Spread his tremendous name around,
The gen'ral burst of joy.
Fall prostrate at his throne ;
An image of his own.
With youth's enliv’ning fire:
The universal prayer. 1 FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime, ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! 2 Thou GREAT FIRST CAUSE, least understood,
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind;
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will.
Or warns me not to do,
That more than heav'n pursue.
Let me not cast away;
T'enjoy, is to obey.
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;
On each I judge thy foe.
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way!
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent. 10 Teach me to feel another's wo;
To hide the fault I see :
That mercy show to me.
Since quicken'd by thy breath:
Thro this day's life or death.
All else beneath the sun,
And let thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
.: 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,
And steals our embryos of iniquity. 3 As all rapacious usurers conceal *
Their doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs,
On an in fant.
Soon I hasten'd from the womb :
Ere I measur'd out my span.
I no gay delights could view :
Only born to weep and die.-
Rest, in peaceful slumber, rest;
Which increase with growing years.
Smiling, as they seem, and gay;
Hardly tasted ere they pall.
All our laughier is but pain,
Attendant on the spring!
And woods thy welcome sing.
Thy certain voice we hear :
Or mark the rolling year? 3 Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flow'rs,
Of birds among the bow'rs.
To pull the flow'rs so gay,
And initates thy lay.
Thou fly'st the vocal vale,
Another spring to hail.
Thy sky is ever clear ;
No winter in thy year!
We'd make, with social wing,
MORNING. 1 In the barn the tenant cock,
Close to Partlet perch'd on high,
Jocund that the morning's nigh.“ * Swiftly, from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nurs'd by nigbt, reüre:
And the peeping sun-beam, now,
Paints with gold the village spire.
* Plaintive where she prates at night,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
See the chatt'ring swallow spring,
Quick she dips her dappled wing.
Gently greets the morning gale,
Daises, on the dewy dale.
(Restless till her task be done)
Sipping dew before the sun.
Where the limpid stream distils,
When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe,)
Boldly sounding drowns his pipe.
On the white emblossom'd spray!
Now the noontide radiance glows:
Not a dew-drop's left the rose.
From the fierce meridian heat,