Ofiences pardon'd, and remitted sin,
Should form a calm serenity within;
Blessing my natal and my mortal hour,
My soul committed to the eternal power)
Inexorable death should smile, for I,
Who knew to LIVE, would never fear to DIE.



EGIN the high celestial strain,

My ravish'd soul, and sing,
A solemn hymn of grateful praise

To heaven's Almighty King.
Ye curling fountains, as ye roll

Your silver waves along,
Whisper to all your verdant shore

The subject of my song.
Retain it long ye echoing rocks,

The sacred sound retain,
And from your hollow winding cares

Return it oft again.
Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,

To distant climes away,
And round the wide extended world

My lofty theme convey.
Take the glad burden of his name,

Ye clouds, as you arise,
Whether to deck the golden morn,

Or shade the evening skies.
Let harmless thunders roll along

The smooth etherial plain,
And answer from the crystal vault

To ev'ry flying strain.
Long let it warble round the spheres,

And echo through the sky,
Till Angels, with immortal skill,

Improve the harmony.
While I, with sacred rapture fir'd,

The blest Creator sing,
And warble consecrated lays

To heaven's Almighty King.


On Heaven. He saihe mighty King !

AIL sacred Salem! plac'd on high, What thought can grasp thy boundless bliss,

What tongue thy glories sing !
Thy crystal towers and palaces

Magnificently rise,
And dart their beauteous lustre round

The empyrean skies.
The voice of triumph in thy streets

And acclamations sound,
Gay banquets in thy splendid courts

And purest joys abound.
Bright smiles on ev'ry face appear,

Rapture in ev'ry eye ;
From ev'ry mouth glad anthems ftow,

And charming harmony.
Illustrious day for ever there,

Streams from the face divine ;
No pale-fac'd moon e'er glimmers forth,

No stars nor sun decline.
No scorching heats nor piercing colds,

The changing seasons bring;
But o'er the fields mild breezes there

Breathe an eternal spring.
The flowers with lasting beauty shine,

And deck the smiling ground,
While flowing streams of pleasures all

The happy plains surround.

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The liquid element below,

Was gather'd by his hand; The rolling seas together flow,

And leave a solid land.
With herbs and plants (a flow’ry birth,

The naked globe he crown'd,
Ere there was rain to bless the earth,

Or sun to warm the ground.
Then he adorn’d the upper skies,

Behold the sun appears;
The moon and stars in order rise,

To mark our months and years.
Out of the deep the Almighty King

Did vital beings frame,
And painted fowls of ev'ry wing,

And fish of ev'ry name.
Ile gave the lion and the worm

At once their wondrous birth :
And grazing beasts of various form

Rose from the teeming earth. Adam was form’d of equat clay,

The sov’reign of the rest; Design'd for nobler ends than they,

With God's own image blest.
Thus glorious in the Maker's eye

The young creation stood;
He saw the building from on high,

His word pronounc'd it good.

The Lord's Prayer.


Who dwells in heaven ador’d; but present still through all thy works

The universal Lord.
All hallow'd be thy sacred name,

O'er all the nations known;
Advance the kingdom of thy grace,

And let thy glory come.
And grateful homage may we yield,

With hearts resign'd to thee;
And as in heaven thy will is done,

On earth so let it be.
From day to day we humbly own

The hand that feeds us still :
Give us our bread, that we may rest

Contented in thy will:

Our sins and trespasses we own;

O may they be forgiven ! That mercy we to others show,

We pray the like from heaven. Our life let still thy grace direct,

From evil guard our way,
And in temptation's fatal path

Permit us not to stray.
For thine the power, the kingdom thine

All glory's due to thee :
Thine from eternity they were,

And thine shall ever be.

The Universal Prayer.



ATHER of all, in ev'ry age,

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

Jehovah, Jove or Lord !
Thou Great First cause, least understood ;

Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,

And 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 done,

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

That, more than heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,

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

To enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span

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

man, When thousand worlds are round :: Let not this weak unknowing hand

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

On each I judge thy foe.
II am right, thy grace imparte.
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If I am wrong, O teach my heart

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

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd

Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's

To hide the faults I see;
That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so

Since quicken’d by thy breath;
Oh lead me wheresoe'er I

Through this day's life or death.
This day be bread and peace my lot ;
All else beneath the

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies !
One chorus let all beings raise !

All nature's incense rise !

Character of Man.
Kohe : scan :

proper study of mankind, is man.
Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic's side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between: in doubt to act or rest:
In doubt to deem himself a God or beast ;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer :
Born, but to die; and reas’ning, but to err :
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little or too much

Chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd:
Still by himself abus’d or disabus'd:
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great Lord of all things, yet a prey to all :
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurld;
The glory, jest, and riddled of the world!

Winter. S

EE! Winter comes to rule the varied year, Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these iny theme;

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