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Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the fenfes to the foul;

And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.

Chafe from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruits of love, beflow;
And, left our feet should step aftray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

Make us eternal truths receive,
And practice all that we believe :
Give us thyfelf, that we may fee
The Father, and the Son, by thee.

Immortal honour, endlefs fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name;
The Saviour Son be glorify'd,
Who for loft man's redemption 'dy'd :

And equal adoration be,

Eternal Paraclete, to thee.

DRYDEN.

AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF,

HOW doth the little bufy bee

Improve each fhining hour,

And gather honey all the day.
From ev'ry op'ning flow'r !

How fkilfully he builds her cell!
How neat the spreads the wax!
And labours hard to ftore it well

With the fweet food fhe makes.

In works of labour, or of fkill,
I would be busy too;

For Satan finds fome mifchief still

For idle hands to do.

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my firft years be paft,

That I may give for every day

Some good account at last.

WATTS.

WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT IN A
THUNDER STORM.

LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,

To fhelt'ring caverns fly,

And justly dread the vengeful fate.

That thunders through the fky.

Protected by that hand whofe law

The threat'ning storms obey, Intrepid Virtue fmiles fecure, As in the blaze of day.

In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom,
The lightning's lurid glare,
It views the fame all-gracious Pow'r
That breathes the vernal air.

Through Nature's ever-varying fcene,
By different ways pursued,

The one eternal end of Heaven
Is univerfal good.

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With like beneficent effect

O'er flaming æther glows,

A's when it tunes the linnet's voice,

Or blushes in the rofe.

By reafon taught to scorn those fears
That vulgar minds moleft,

Let no fantaftic terrors break
My dear Narciffa's rest.

Thy life may all the tend'reft care

Of Providence defend;

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And delegated angels round

Their guardian wings-extend!

When thro' creation's vast expanfe
The laft dread thunders roll,
Untune the concord of the fpheres,
And shake the rifing foul;

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Unmov'd may'st thou the final ftorm
Of jarring worlds furvey,

That ufhers in the glad ferene

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Whofe days are dwindled to the fhortest-span;
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.

Thefe tatter'd clothes my poverty bespeak,
Thefe hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years;
And many a furrow in my grief-worn cheek
Has been the channel to a flood of tears.

Yon houfe erected on the rifing ground,

With tempting afpect drew me from the road;

For Plenty there a refidence has found,
And Grandeur a magnificent abode.

Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor!
Here, as I crav'd a morfel of their bread,
A pamper'd menial drove me from the door,
To feek a fhelter in an humble fhed.

O! take me to your hofpitable dome;

Keen blows the wind and piercing is the cold!
Short is my paffage to the friendly tomb!
For I am poor, and miserably old.

Should I reveal the fources of my grief,

If foft humanity e'er touch'd your breast, Your hands would not with-hold the kind relief, And tears of pity would not be represt.

Heaven fends misfortunes-why fhould we repine ?
'Tis Heaven has brought me to the fate you fee;
And your condition may be foon like mine-→
The child of forrow and of mifery.

A little farm was my paternal lot;

Then like the lark I fprightly hail'd the morn; "But ah! oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn.

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