O Thou, great Governor of all below! If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee, When for this scene of peace and love, I make my prayer sincere, II. The hoary sire-the mortal stroke, III. She, who her lovely offspring eyes IV. Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, V. The beauteous, seraph sister-band, VI. When soon or late they reach that coast, THE FIRST PSALM. THE man, in life wherever placed, Hath happiness in store, Thy nod can make the tempest cease to Who walks not in the wicked's way, blow, Or still the tumult of the raging sea; With that controlling pow'r assist ev'n me, Those headlong furious passions to confine; For all unfit I feel my pow'rs to be, To rule their torrent in th' allowed line! O aid me with thy help, Omnipotence Divine! LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE ONE NIGHT, THE Author left THE FOLLOWING VERSES, IN THE ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT. I. O THOU dread Pow'r, who reign'st above, I know thou wilt me hear, Nor learns their guilty lore! Nor from the seat of scornful pride Still walks before his God, That man shall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below. But he whose blossom buds in guilt For why? that GOD the good adore EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND Aye free aff han' your story tell, Frae critical dissection; But keek thro' every other man, Tho' naething should divulge it : VII. To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her; |