A PRAYER, UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH. O THOU Great Being! what thou art Surpasses me to know: Yet sure I am, that known to thee Thy creature here before thee stands, All wretched and distrest ; Yet sure those ills that wring my soul Sure Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, But if I must afflicted be, To suit some wise design: Then man my soul with firm resolves THE THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH PSALM. O THOU, the first, the greatest friend Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Before the mountains heav'd their heads Before this pond'rous globe itself Arose at thy command; That pow'r which rais'd and still upholds This universal frame, From countless, unbeginning time Was ever still the same. Those mighty periods of years Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man, Again thou say'st, Ye sons of men, Thou layest them, with all their cares, In everlasting sleep; As with a flood thou tak'st them off They flourish like the morning flow'r, But long ere night cut down it lies ΤΟ ΤΟ A MOUNTAIN DAISY. ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, In April, 1786. WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, For I maun crush amang the stoure Το Thy slender stem; spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east. Cauld |