As men who long in prifon dwell, With lamps that glimmer round the cell, A HYMN A HYMN to CONTENTMENT. L OVELY, lafting peace of mind! Sweet delight of human kind! Heav'nly born, and bred on high, To lay thy meek, contented head? Thy presence in its gold infhrin'd. The The filent heart which grief affails, Treads foft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daifies open, rivers run, And feeks, (as I have vainly done,) That folitude's the nurse of woe. In trailing purple o'er the ground : To range the circuit of the sky, Converse with stars above, and know All nature in its forms below; The reft it feeks, in seeking dies, And doubts at last for knowledge rise.. Lovely, lafting peace appear! This world itself, if thou art here, And man contains it in his breast. 'Twas thus, as under fhade I ftood, I fung my wishes to the wood, And And loft in thought, no more perceiv'd The branches whisper as they wav'd: Confefs'd the prefence of the Grace. When thus fhe spoke-Go rule thy will, Know God--and bring thy heart to know, The joys which from religion flow: And I'll be there to crown the rest. Oh! by yonder moffy feat, In my hours of fweet retreat; With sense of gratitude and joy : In heav'nly vifion, praife, and pray'r; Pleas'd and blefs'd with God alone: Then while the gardens take my fight, With all the colours of delight; While filver waters glide along, To please my ear, and court my song: To light the world, and give the day; Shou'd be fung, and fung by me: Go fearch among your idle dreams, The |