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There is, who deems all climes, all feafons fair,
There is, who knows no restless paffion's ftrife;
Contentment fmiling at each idle care;
Contentment thankful for the gift of life;

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She finds in winter many a scene to please;
The morning landscape fring'd with frost-work gay,
The fun at noon feen thro' the leafless trees,
The clear calm ether at the close of day:

She marks th' advantage ftorms and clouds beftow,
When bluft'ring CAURUS purifies the air,

When moist AQUARIUS pours the fleecy fnow,
That makes th'impregnate glebe a richer harvest bear:

She bids for all our grateful praise arise,

To Him whofe mandate fpake the world to form;
Gave fpring's gay bloom, and fummer's chearful skies,
And autumn's corn-clad field and winter's founding
ftorm.

ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE.

ON lucid beam revives the verdant field,

YON

That bounteous nature may her increase yield,
The hill, the dale, the purling currents prove,
The warmth and power of God's diffufive love;
No fav'rite mead can boaft a partial care,
But all alike his genial influence share.

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A FATHER'S SOLILOQUY OVER HIS

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DEAD CHILD.

EAR infant babe! thou lovely fmiling boy, Thou first fond pledge of pure connubial joy; Thou spring of pleasure, thou dear source of pain, My child, my ISAAC, thus untimely flain!

Thou gracious answer to a father's prayers!
But now the object to excite his tears;
These cold remains are all I weeping fee,
Thou'rt gone forever----gone, alas! from me.

Forever gone !---no ;---cease the plaintive moan, Suppress the tear and check the rifing groan; Swift flies the moment that diffolves my pain, And brings thee welcome to these arms again!

O loit'ring death! come wing thy destin'd way,
Why art thou absent---why this long delay!
Come dread ufurper, who my hopes beguil❜d,
And bear me swiftly to my only child !

And thou dear babe! with tending angels wait
To hail me welcome to thy bleft eftate;
Rush to my arms---soft whisper---" I am thine,”
And lead me to the GOD who made thee mine!

LIN E S

WRITTEN AFTER HEARING A SERMON PREACHED FROM II TIM. II. III.

THOU, THEREFORE, ENDURE HARDNESS AS A GOOD SOLDIER OF CHRIST JESUS.

O fhew the matchlefs worth of truth divine,

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Grace, love, and reason, all in one combine :
To plead its cause, all hail the man of sense,
And add to THAT---the charms of eloquence.
Go on, great champion in thy CAPTAIN'S caufe,
Support his ftandard, and maintain his laws;
Impel by argument the heedless throng,

Teach what is RIGHT, and fhew them what is wrong.
For this, kind reason lends her noblest aid,
And prompts thee on, refiftlefs to perfuade.
Prolific Grace her stronger influence fends,
And makes thy greatest foes the best of friends.
Hence, reafon's boafting fons, no more exclaim,
A fyftem wrong, irrational and vain :

The charge is false---why, impious, thus deride? ·
Let conscious reason here as judge prefide-
Hark! bold intruder---fomething speaks within,
And foftly whispers---" Thou art nought but fin.”
Yet louder still, methinks, I diftant hear,

The moving accents of fome friend sincere:
'Tis P******* fpeaks---he tells thee juft the fame,
What now thou art, whence thy pollution came.

But yet more kind, he bids thee not despair,
And mildly tells thee of a SAVIOUR'S care;
Shews what he is, for whom he liv'd and dy'd,
For what he suffer'd, and why crucify'd.

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I hear him fay---" For wretches worse than you, "He cry'd, Forgive, they know not what they do: "For guilty fouls, who, bold rejoicing ftood, "With impious hands to fhed THEIR SAVIOUR'S "For thefe, for you, for all the happy race, [blood; "Who live the fubjects of redeeming grace."

ON THE ENTRANCE OF A

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NEW YEAR.

REAT God! to thee what gratitude I owe,
Thou fource of ALL that I enjoy below;
Past bleffings not thy gracious care suffice,
New mercies ftill with each new moment rise;
Nor this the leaft (for which my thanks I pay)
To live to fee another new-year's day!

With the old year, may the OLD MAN be gone,
And with the new, may I the NEW put on !
Oh, to fupply new time, new grace be thine,
New heart, new fpirit, and new life be mine.

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A MORAL ODE.

AIL, glorious AUTHOR of creation's frame ! In all things various, yet in all the fame. Whom nature owns her fountain, and her end; Creation's FATHER, and his creature's FRIEND.

Once more revolv'd, revolving periods prove
Thy dread inspection and thy watchful love;
Whofe quick'ning Sp'rit still animates our breath,
Defends from danger, or preferves from death.
By pain inftructed, or from pain fecur'd,
Unhoped averted, or in hope endur❜d.
Held yet in life, tho' oft of strength bereft,
Behold," one taken, and another left !"
Stupendous act, that mocks created ken!
Alike abftrufe to feraphs and to men.
Why, this permitted; or, why that decreed;
The murderer riots, and the guiltless bleed.
Why, conscious virtue sees her foes prevail,
While juftice lingering---aids the rifing scale.
Why, deeper ftill, the men of guilt should find,
E'en rigorous vengeance placable or kind :
And why, revers'd, the moral proud may feel,
E'en mercy reckless, and themselves in hell!

Say ye, who can (if fuch as can, there be)
What meaneth this, and whence the mystery?
Go, fpan the mountains, and exhaust the clouds,
Or, bind their influence, and repel the floods.

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