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PIECES IN POETRY
REAS'ning at ev'ry step he treads, • Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray. 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 :
No time shall disengage;
Shall cheer our latest age :
And constancy sincere,
And mine can read them there :
Shall ne'er be felt by me,
As being shar'd with thee.
Or kites are hov'ring near,
And know no other fear.
And press thy wedded side,
Death never shall divide.
(Forgive a transient thought,)
And scorn thy present lot,
Or kites with cruel beak;
This widow'd heart would break.s
Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird,
Soft as the passing wind; And I recorded what I heard,
A lesson for mankind.
Heavenly Wisdom. How happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice ;
His early, only choice.
Than east or west unfold;
Than is the gain of gold.
A length of happy years ;
And honour bright appears.
In pleasure's path to tread : A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
So ber rewards increase :
And all her paths are peace.
A Morning in Spring. Lo! the bright, the rosy morning,
Calls me forth to take the air; Cheerful spring, with smiles returning,
Ushers in the new-born year. Nature now in all her beauty,
With her gently-moving tongue, Prompts me to the pleasing duty,
of a grateful morning song. See the early blossoms springing,
See the jocund lambkids play! Hear the lark and linnet singing,
Welcome to the new-born day. Vernal music, softly sounding,
Echoes through the verdant grove; Nature now with life abounding,
Swells with harmony and love. Now the kind refreshing showers,
Water all the plains around:
Springing grass, and painted flowers,
In the smiling meads abound. Now their vernal dress assuming,
Leafy robes adorn the trees : Odours now the air perfuming,
Sweetly swell the gentle breeze. Praise to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise be thine from ev'ry tongue :
Join the universal song!
For the richest gifts bestow'd;
Sound Jehovah's praise aloud !
An Evening Hyma.
I'll sing my Maker's praise ;
His providence and grace.
My sins, how great their sum!
And strength for days to come.
Let angels guard my head,
Their watch around my bed.
Since God will not remove; And in the morning let me rise,
Rejoicing in his love.
The Winter's Day.
And clouds of snow descend;
No deepen'd colours blend ;
Bleak from the north and east,
Prepar'd to laugh and feast;
All dubious of his way,
And dreads the parting day:
When poverty in vile attire,
Shrinks from the biting blast,
And fears it will not last;
Still closer to her breast;
Scarce feels that it is prest ;-
Its blessings to the poor ;
All suppliant at your door.
Acknowledgment of Divine Favours. WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
For all his gifts to me!
Yet God has given me more ;
Or beg from door to door.
Half naked, I behold!
And cover'd from the cold !
Where they may lay their head,
And rest upon my bed.
And curse, and lie, and steal,
And do thy holy will.
To me above the rest?
Gratitude to the Supreme Being. How cheerful along the gay mead,
The daisy and cowslip appear!'
Rojoice in the spring of the year.
The herbage that springs from the sod,
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers,
All rise to the praise of my God. Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove ?
Forbid it, Devotion and Love!
And still can destroy with a nod,
My heart shall rejoice in my God.
Friendship, FRIENDSHIP, peculiar boon of heav'n,
The noble mind's delight and pride, To men and angels only giv'n,
To all the lower world deny'd. While love, unknown among the blest,
Parent of thousand wild desires, The savage and the human breast
Torments alike, with raging fires. With bright, but oft destructive gleam,
Alike o'er all his lightnings fly, The lambent glories only beam
Around the fav'rites of the sky. Thy gentle flows of guiltless joys,
On fools and villains ne'er descend, lo vain for thee the tyrant sighs,
And hugs a flatt'rer for a friend. Directress of the brave and just,
O guide us through life's darksome way! And let the tortures of mistrust
On selfish bosoms only prey.
When souls to peaceful climes remove :
Shall aid our happiness above.
Compassion and Foregiveness. : 1 HEAR the voice of wo;
A brother mortal mourns :
My heart his sighs returns.
The famish'd beg for bread: