Think, think what dangers wait thee now! for Thou'rt still an infant in a world of woe: [know Still in thy way Vice, Vanity, Disgrace Spread the broad net that will obstruct thy race; Conceal the rock that tempts with specious show Thy foot, to plunge thee in the' abyss below; Haste thee, prepare thee for the' unequal strife, And take from me the leading strings of Life. Be Virtue first thy care, thy wish, thy aim; Her rules thy standard, her applause thy fame: To her thy steps let fair Discretion lead; Let Truth inspire thy thought and crown thy deed; Let sage Experience guide thy hand and voice; Be slow to choose, but constant in thy choice; To Mercy's dictates open all thy breast!— Be good-and Heaven will teach thee to be bless'd. BISHOP. THE LEAF. We all do fade as a leaf. Isaiak lxiv. 6. SEE the leaves around us falling, Griping misers, nightly waking, See the end of all your care; On the Tree of Life eternal, Man, let all thy hope be staid, Which alone, for ever vernal, Bears a leaf that shall not fade. BISHOP HORNE. VOL. I. RR VERSES TO A FRIEND. Eheu, fugaces Posthume, Posthume, Hor. AH friend, we tread the downward road! There, Winter's icy sceptre rear'd, When Memory o'er the busy past Rolls back her eye, what forms are shown! Young airy shapes, too gay to last; A scene of bright illusion,-gone! The freaks of Innocence, the play Of Youth, that with the passing hour Skims, like the bee, from spray to spray, And sucks the sweets of every flower: At these, that tell of, former days, Trembling with age and bent with care, We shake our heads; yet fondly gaze, And envy joys we cannot share. Then forward let us dart our sight Of helpless age and gloomy thought. Together let us stem the tide, On Hope's light bark in triumph borne; And mark, rejoicing, as we glide Through night, the' effulgent rays of morn. Together let us break the force, With Hope, our guardian and our friend, Of ills combined to check our course, Or blackening clouds that veil its end. With philosophic calm, the fate Be ours, to meet our final doom; DR. OGILVIE. A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, T. MOORE. THE WISH. How short is life's uncertain space! How swift the wild precarious chase! Youth stops at first its wilful ears What though its prospects now appear Yet groundless hope and anxious fear Since then false joys our fancy cheat Ye guardian powers that rule my fate, Is all comprised in this. May I through life's uncertain tide May all my wants be still supplied, But should your Providence divine May all those blessings you design MERRICK. |