While they our wifest hours engage,

They'll joy our youth, fupport our age,
And crown our hoary hairs ;
They'll grow in virtue every day,
And they our fondest loves repay,
And recompenfe our cares.

No borrow'd joys! they're all our own,
While to the world we live unknown,
Or by the world forgot :

Monarchs! we envy not your state,
We look with pity on the Great,
And blefs our humble lot.

We'll therefore relifh with content,
Whate'er kind Providence has fent,
Nor aim beyond our power;
For, if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour.

To be refign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are deny'd,

And pleas'd with favours given;
Dear Cloe, this is wisdom's part,
This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.

We'll afk no long-protracted treat,
Since winter-life is feldom fweet;
But, when our feaft is o'er,

Grateful from table we'll arife,

Nor grudge our fons, with envious eyes,

The relics of our store.

Thus

Thus hand in hand thro' life we'll go;
Its checker'd paths of joy and woe

With cautious steps we'll tread ;
Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble, or a fear,

And mingle with the dead.

While confcience, like a faithful friend,
Shall thro' the gloomy vale attend,

And cheer our dying breath;

Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel whisper peace,

And fmooth the bed of death,

To fome CHILDREN listening to a LArk.

EE the Lark prunes his active wings,

SEE

Rifes to heaven, and foars, and fings. His morning hymns, his mid-day lays,

Are one continued fong of praise,

He speaks his Maker all he can,
And shames the filent tongue of man.
When the declining orb of light
Reminds him of approaching night,
His warbling vefpers swell his breast,
And as he fings he finks to reft.

Shall birds inftructive lessons teach,

And we be deaf to what they preach?

No, ye

dear neftlings of my heart,

Go, act the wiser songster's part.

Spurn your warm couch at early dawn,
And with your God begin the morn.

To Him your grateful tribute pay
Thro' every period of the day.

To Him your evening songs direct ;

His shall watch, his arm protect. eye

Tho' darkness reigns, He's with you still,

Then fleep, my babes, and fear no ill.

To a CHILD of five Years old.

AIREST flower, all flowers excelling,

FA

Which in Milton's page we see;

Flowers of Eve's embower'd dwelling*
Are, my fair one, types of thee.

Mark, my Polly, how the rofes

Emulate thy damafk cheek;

How the bud its fweets difclofes
Buds thy opening bloom befpeak.

Lilies are by plain direction

Emblems of a double kind;

Emblems of thy fair complexion,
Emblems of thy fairer mind.

But, dear girl, both flowers and beauty
Bloffom, fade, and die away;

Then pursue good sense and duty,
Evergreens! which ne'er decay.

Alluding to Milton's defcription of Eve's bower.