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ON THE SAME OCCASION.
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene?
Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between :
Some gleams of sunshine 'mid renewing storms. Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ?
Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ?
I tremble to approach an angry God,
Fain would I say, ' Forgive my foul offence;'
Fain promise never more to disobey :
Again I might desert fair virtue's way;
Again exalt the brute and sink the man : Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray,
Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn’d, yet to temptation ran?
O Thou, great Governor of all below!
If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee,
Or still the tumult of the raging sea :
Those headlong, furious passions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my powers to be
To rule their torrent in the allowed line : 0, 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.
O thou dread Power, who reign'st above!
I know thou wilt me hear,
I make my prayer sincere.
Long, long be pleased to spare,
And show what good men are. She, who her lovely offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears0, bless her with a mother's joys,
But spare a mother's tears !
In manhood's dawning blush ;
Up to a parent's wish!
With earnest tears, I pray,
Guide thou their steps alway!
O'er life's rough ocean driven,
A fa: in heaven!
UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH.
O thou Great Being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know:
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Obey thy high behest.
Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath!
Or close them fast in death!
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design,
To bear, and not repine!
THE FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE
O THOU, the first, the greatest Friend
Of all the human race,
Their stay and dwelling place!
Beneath thy forming hand,
Arose at thy command ;
This universal frame,
Was ever still the same.
Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before thy sight
Than yesterday that 's past.
Is to existence brought :
Return ye into nought!
In everlasting sleep ;
With overwhelming sweep.
In beauty's pride array'd;
All wither'd and decay'd.
THE FIRST PSALM.
The man, in life wherever placed,
Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore:
Nor from the seat of scornful pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe
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
Shall to the ground be cast, And, like the rootless stubble, toss'd
Before the sweeping blast.
For why? that God the good adore
Hath given them peace and rest, But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly blest.