No youthful charms did then my heart engage;

I saw unrivall❜d beauties in his

age.

His hoary locks diffus'd a reverend grace,
And lines of deep reflection mark'd his face;
His eyes with a benignant lustre shin'd
Clear, bright and deep, expressive of the mind.
He is not now extinct; he still maintains
A part, Great Father, in thy wide domains.
Perhaps with means and faculties improv❜d,
He still pursues the sciences he lov’d;
Perhaps he still is near me, though unseen
By the dim organs of this gross machine;
Perhaps he has my watchful guardian been.
Whether departed spirits e'er attend,
As guardian Angels to surviving friends,
Is not for dull mortality to learn:
Nor is it matter of supreme concern.
It more concerns us carefully to prove
Our int'rest in the great Redeemer's love :
To trace his footsteps-in his merit trust,
And seek through him the mansions of the just.
Eliza, let us carefully maintain

Our posts, while station'd in this hostile plain.

K

We're call'd to hold, until our latest breath,
A war with sin, the harbinger of death:

Still, with our chief, our glorious chief, in view,
Let us the foe, our subtle foe, pursue:

Nor let th' insidious source of human woe
Reign in our hearts, and poison all we do.

Our weapons, and our strength, His grace supplies;

While in his hand he holds the shining prize.

No fading laurel tempts the glorious strife;
But spotless virtue, and immortal life:

For such a crown, 'tis wisdom to endure:
To be forever, and forever, pure.

Behold! the gate of heav'n wide open

stands:

He beckons to us with his bleeding hands.
O! let us to th' impressive sign attend,

Nor fear ten thousand foes, when bless'd with such

a friend.

CONTEMPLATIONS.

O! AUTHOR of the universe,
How glorious must thou be!

Who could'st such wond'rous works perform,
As those bright worlds I see!
The starry firmament on high,
How glorious to survey!
Those stars in lustre far surpass

The diamond's sparkling ray.
When view'd as ornamental gems,
My eyes enraptur'd gaze :--
Considering them as neighb'ring worlds,
My soul's rapt in amaze.

If such thy wond'rous works, O Lord,
How great thyself must be !
Above the comprehension

Of such poor worms as we..
Absorb'd in thy immensity,

As nothing we appear;

Yet still the meanest of thy works
Experiences thy care.

To MRS. J

WELCOME, lovely stranger, welcome From the seat of pomp and noise; Welcome to the rural villa,

Here to taste more solid joys :

Here to taste the various pleasures
Which a rural life bestows;
When the mind's attun'd to relish
Pleasure that from nature flows.

If

you delight in contemplation,
Ample scope it here may have;
Sure you need not want enjoyment,
Whether you are gay or grave.

Nature's spacious book lies open,
Flow'ry fields and meadows gay,
Where, without one rude spectator,
With your J-n you may stray.

MATILDA.

SOON as Aurora blush'd along the sky, The young Matilda, rising from her bed, Walk'd forth, the fragrant morning to enjoy : O'er dewy meads the lovely wand'rer sped, Till on the summit of a tow'ring hill;

Where she might view the fields in all their pride, And listen to the bubbling of a rill,

Whose streams meander'd 'long the mountain's side:

Seated, she east her wandering eyes around, View'd nature, thus adorn'd in all her charms; What sweets, said she, do every where abound! The pleasing scene this glowing bosom warms. Ye sons of sloth, who now inactive lie, Ye little relish the delights I taste;

Else to yourselves ye sure could not deny So pure, so sweet, so exquisite a feast.

The feather'd host, in joyous concert join'd, With their delightful warbling fill the air, Yielding improvement to th' attentive mind, While the wild music greets the ravish'd ear.