LXII. MORNING HYMN FOR A YOUNG PERSON. ANOTHER Smiling day I see, Another smiling day I see, Then let me bend in prayer to thee; Another smiling day I see, And various duty points to thee: Thy child's unbounded faith and love. When evening's tranquil shades descend, L Aloud the speechless suppliant cries, The woes that in its bosom rise, That infant, whose advancing hour Life's various sorrows try, (Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r!) That infant, Lord! am I. A childhood yet my thoughts confess, Though long in years mature, Unknowing whence I feel distress, And where, or what, its cure. Author of Good! to thee I turn : O let thy fear within me dwell, (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great! Still is the toiling hand of Care; Yet hark! how through the peopled air The insect youth are on the wing, And float amid the liquid noon: To Contemplation's sober eye And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter through life's little day, And if the mist, retiring slow, He thinks the morning vapours hide But when behind the western clouds How wearily the traveller Sorely along the craggy road And slow, with many a feeble His painful footsteps creep, pause, And if the mists of night close round, So cheerfully does youth begin And there follow'd some droppings of rain! But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the sky gay as he sinks into rest, And foretells a bright rising again. Just such is the Christian: his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears: then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heav'nly way. But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array. LXV. THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS. THE midnight moon serenely smiles No low'ring cloud obscures the sky, |