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Friendship cemented by a love of virtue and a fear of God.

And, tho' the world may think th' ingredients odd, The love of virtue and the fear of God!

Such friends prevent what else wou'd soon succeed,
A temper rustic as the life we lead,

And keep the polish of the manners clean,
As their's who bustle in the busiest scene;
For solitude, however some may rave,
Seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave,
A sepulchre in which the living lie,

Where all good qualities grow sick and die,

I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewdHow sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!

But grant me still a friend in

my retreat,
Whom I may whisper-solitude is sweet.
Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside
That appetite can ask, or wealth provide,
Can save us always from a tedious day,
Or shine the dulness of still life away,
Divine communion carefully enjoy'd,
Or sought with energy, must fill the void.

* Bruyere.

Judahs' promised king, an exile from the face of Saul.

Oh sacred art, to which alone life owes
Its happiest seasons, and a peaceful close,
Scorn'd in a world, indebted to that scorn
For evils daily felt and hardly born,

Not knowing thee, we reap, with bleeding hands,
Flow'rs of rank odour upon thorny lands,
And, while experience cautions us in vain,
Grasp seeming happiness, and find a pain.
Despondence, self-deserted in her grief,
Lost by abandoning her own relief,
Murmuring and ungrateful discontent,
That scorns afflictions mercifully meant,
Those humours tart as wines upon the fret,

Which idleness and weariness beget;

These, and a thousand plagues that haunt the breast,
Fond of the phantom of an earthly rest,
Divine communion chases, as the day
Drives to their dens th' obedient beasts of
See Judah's promis'd king, bereft of all,
Driv'n out an exile from the face of Saul,

prey.

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Religion no Enemy to harmless Pleasures.

To distant caves the lonely wanderer flies,
To seek that peace a tyrant's frown denies.
Hear the sweet accents of his tuneful voice,
Hear him, o'erwhelm'd with sorrow, yet rejoice;
No womanish or wailing grief has part,
No, not a moment, in his royal heart;
'Tis manly music, such as martyrs make,
Suff'ring with gladness for a Saviour's sake;
His soul exults, hope animates his lays,
The sense of mercy kindles into praise,
And wilds, familiar with the lion's roar,
Ring with extatic sounds unheard before :
'Tis love like his that can alone defeat
The foes of man, or make a desert sweet.
Religion does not censure or exclude
Unnumber'd pleasures harmlessly pursu❜d;
To study culture, and with artful toil
To meliorate and tame the stubborn soil;

To give dissimilar yet fruitful lands

The grain, or herb, or plant, that each demands;

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Religion no Enemy to harmless Pleasures.

To cherish virtue in an humble state,
And share the joys your bounty may create;
To mark the matchless workings of the pow'r
That shuts within its seed the future flow'r,
Bid these in elegance of form excel,

In colour these, and those delight the smell,
Sends nature forth the daughter of the skies,
To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes;
To teach the canvass innocent deceit,

Or lay the landscape on the snowy sheet-
These, these are arts pursu'd without a crime,
That leave no stain upon the wing of time.
Me poetry (or, rather, notes that aim
Feebly and vainly at poetic fame)

Employs, shut out from more important views,
Fast by the banks of the slow winding Ouse;
Content if, thus sequester'd, 1 may raise
A monitor's, though not a poet's praise,
And while I teach an art too little known,
To close life wisely, may not waste my own.

THE DOVES.

1.

REAS'NING at every step he treads,

Man yet mistakes his way,

While meaner things, whom instinct leads,

Are rarely known to stray.

II.

One silent eve I wander'd late,

And heard the voice of love;

The turtle thus address'd her mate,
And sooth'd the list'ning dove

III.

Our mutual bond of faith and truth,

No time shall disengage

Those blessings of our early youth,

Shall cheer our latest age:

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