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From small beginnings, sure, but slow,
This tree, without a prop, securd,
Believers thus still thrive and grow,
Pleasing, tho" solemn, is the gloom
So may her spirit shelter'd be,
But as the tree conceals the sky,
Thus every gift the Lord bestows,
This tree, though now array'd in green,
So we, by Time's unsparing hand
Yes, we shall quit this scene of strifes
TO MISS *****
wish a name like mine Within
book to stand; With those who shone, or those who shine,
As worthies of our land?
What will the future
have gain'd When my poor name is seen ; From knowing I was entertain'd
By you, at Cowslip green?
Rather let me record a name
That shall adorn your page;
And shines from age to age.
JESUS, who found me while I stray'd
In Afric's dreary wild,
And made his foe a child.
He taught my wild blaspheming tongue
To aim at prayer and praise ;
A pattern now of mercy's pow'r
Where'er I stand is seen, Such as I think was ne'er before
Beheld at Cowslip Green!
TO MY DEAR ELIZABETH.
I THANK you, dear, as I am able,
So prays your affectionate and obliged J. N. January 22, 1795.
REV. MR. JOHNSON,
GOING TO BOTANY BAY,
THE Lord, who sends thee hence, will be
thine aid ; In vain at thee the lion danger roars; Hisarm and love shall keep thee, undismay'd,
On tempest-tossed seas, and savage shores.
Go-bear the Saviour's name to lands unknown
Tell to the southern world his wondrousgrace An energy divine thy words shall own, And draw their untaught hearts to seek his
Many in quest of gold, or empty fame,
To spread his praise, and win immortal souls!