Tell, when aftrighted Nature shook,
Ilow Sinai kindled at his look,

And trembled at his frown.
Ve locks that baunt the bumble vale,
Ye insects autt'ring on the gale,

In mutual concourse rise ;
Crop the çay rose's vermeil bloom,
and wast its spoils, a sweet perfume,

In incense to the skies.
Wake all ye mounting tribes, and sing;
Yeplumy warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise.
TO um who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glittring wings with golde

And tun'd your voice to praise.
Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling lieart, the judging head,

In heavenly praise en ploy ;
Spread his tremendous name around,
Till heaven's & road arch rings back the sound,

The gen’ral burst of joy,
To whom the charms of grandeur please,
Kars'd on the downy lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at his throne :
e princes, rulers all adore ;
1. aise him, yekings, who niakes your power

An idare of his own.
Te fair, by pgtare form'd to move,
Opraise the 1 SOURCE OF LOVE

enliv'ning fire:
be tunetel Inys

OCIMPIN

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The Universal Prayers
TATHER OF ALL! in every age,

In tev'ry clime ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou GBEAT FIRST CAUSE, least understood,

Vho all my sense confin'd
krow but this, that thou art good,

d that myself am blind;

Yet gave me in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will ;
What conscience dictates to be dene,

Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to strun,

That more than hearen pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives;

Let me not cast away ;
For God is paid when man receives ;

T enjoy is to obey,
Yet not to earth's contracted spare

Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man

When thousands worlds are round. Let not this weak anknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw i And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.
111 am right, thy'grace impart,

Still in the right to stay ;
If I am wrong, Oh teach my heart

To find that better way !
Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denieris
Or aught thy good
ch me to feel an
hide

other's show, tercy show to me. hough I am, not wholly so,

quicken'd by thy breath ;
ad me wheresoe'er I go,
through this day's life ar death!
mis day, be bread and peace nay lot:

All else beneath the sun
Thou know so if best bestow'd or not
And let tby will be done,

To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, shies ! One chorus lei all beings prise !

All Nature's incense rise.

PCPE.

SECTION XVI.

Conscience. * OXTREACH'ROUS conscience ! while she seems to sleep

Onrose and myrtle, lnll’d with syren song;
While she seems. noduling o'er her charge, to drop
On headlong appetite the slacken'd-rein,
And give us up 10 license, unrecalled,
Unmark'd; see, from behind her secret stand,
The sly informer minutes every fault,
And her dread diary with horror fills.
Not the gross act alone employs her pen ;
She reconnoitres sancy's airy band,
A walchful foe! the formidable spy,
Listning, o'erhears the whispers of our camp
Our dawning purposes of heart explores,
And steals our embryos of iniquiry
As all..apacious usurers conceal
Their doomsday book from all consuming heirs ;
Thus, with indulgence most severe, she treats
Us spendthrifts of inestimable time;
Unnoted, noles each moment misapply'd ;
In leaves more erable than leaves of brass,

Whole history ; which death shall read lne

kinguent's private ear ;
sh; publish to more worlds
an resound.

GING,

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On an Infanta
To be dark and silent tomb,
Soon I trasted from the womb :
Scarce the dawn oi lif: began,
Ere measur'd out my span.
I no smiling pleasures knew!
i no gay delights could view:
Dyless sojourner was 1,

Early rescu'd from the cares,
Which increase with growing years.
No delights are worth thy stay,
Smiling as they seem, and gay :
Short and sickly are they all,
Hardiy tasted ere they pal.
All our gaiety is vain,
All our laughter is but pain :
Lasting only and divine,
Is an innocence like thine.

SECTION XVIII.

The Cuckoo.

HAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood,

Attendant on the spring!
Now heaven repairs thy rural seat,

And woods thy we come sing.
Soon as the daisy decks the green,

Thy certain voice we hear :
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,

Or mark the rolling year?
Delightful visitant! with thee

I hail the time of flow'rs,
When heaven is fills with music sweet

Of birds among the bow'rs,
The school-boy wand'ring in the wood,

To pull the flow’rs so gay,
Starts, thy curious voice to hear,

And imitates thy lay.
Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,

Thou fly'st thy vocal vale,
An annual guest, in other lands,

Another spring to hail.
Sweet bird ! thy bow'r is ever green,

Thy sky is ever clear ;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,

No winter in thy year.
O could I fly, I'd fly with thee :

We'd make, with social wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,

Companions of the spring.

SECTION XIX.

Day. A pastoral in three parls.

MORNING.

In the barn the tenant cock,

Close to Parilet perch'd on high, Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clack !)

Jocund ibat the morning's nigh. Swiftly from the mountain's brow,

Shadows nurs'd by night retire ; And the peeping sun-beam now,

Paints with gold the village spire. Philomel forsakes the thorn,

Plaintive where she prates at night ; And the lark to meet the morn,

Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. From the low roof'd cottage ridge,

See the chatt'ring swallon spring : Dariing through the one arch'd bridge,

Quick she dips her dappled wing. Now i he pine-tree's waving top

Gently greets the morning gale ;
Kidlings, now, begin to crop

Daisies, on the dewy dale,
From the balmy sweets uncloyed,

(Restless' till her task be done,) Now the busy bee's employ'd,

Sipping dew desore ihe sun, Trickiing through the crevic'd rock,

Wire-the limpid stream distils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock,

When 'tis sun-drove from the hills, Colin's for the promis'd corn,

(Cre the harvest lopes are ripe) Anxious ; while the huntsman's horn,

Bollly sounding, drowns his pipe. Sweet, sweet, the warbling throng,

On the white emblossom'd spray ! Nature's universal song

Echoes to the rising day.