Where judgment sits clear sighted, and surveys The chain of reason, with unvarying gaze; Where social love exerts his mild command, And plays the passions with a tender hand; Whence every virtue flows in friendly strife, And all the moral harmonies of life.

MEEKNESS.

MARK when tempestuous winds arise,
The wild confusion and uproar ;
All ocean mingling with the skies,
And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore.
Not less confusion racks the mind,
By its own furious passions tost;
Calm reason is to rage resign'd,
And in the giddy whirl is lost.

O self-tormenting child of pride;
Anger, bred up in hate and strife;
Ten thousand ills by thee supplied,
Mingle the bitter cup of life.

Happy the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer ev'ning's ray;
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.

No friendships broke their bosoms sting;
No jars their peaceful tent invade;
Safe underneath th' Almighty's wing;
And foes to none, of none afraid.

Spirit of Grace, all meek and mild,
With thy whole self our souls possess;
Passion and pride be hence exil'd,

Then shall our frame thine own express.

INVITATION TO THE FEATHERED RACE.

AGAIN the balmy zephyr blows,
Fresh verdure decks the grove;
Each bird with vernal raptures glows,
And tunes his notes to love.

Ye gentle warblers hither fly,
And shun the noontide heat;
My shrubs a cooling shade supply,
My groves a safe retreat.

Here, freely hop from spray to spray,
Or weave the mossy nest;
Here, rove and sing the live-long day,
At night here sweetly rest.

Amidst this cool, translucent rill,
That trickles down the glade;

Here bathe your plumes, here drink your fill,
And revel in the shade.

No school-boy rude, to mischief prone,

E'er shows his ruddy face,

Or twangs his bow, or hurls a stone,

In this sequester'd place.

Hither the tuneful thrush repairs,
Secure the linnet sings;

The goldfinch dreads no slimy snares,
To clog his painted wings.

Sad Philomel! ah! quit thy haunt,
Yon distant woods among ;

And round my friendly grotto chaunt
Thy sweetly plaintive song.

Let not the harmless red-breast fear,
Domestic bird, to come

And seek a sure asylum here,
With one who loves his home.

My trees for you, ye artless tribe,

Shall store of fruit

preserve;

O let me thus, your friendship bribe; Come, feed without reserve.

For

you these cherries I protect; To you these plumbs belong;

Sweet is the fruit that you have peck'd, But sweeter far, your song.

Let then this league, betwixt us made,
Our mutual interest guard;

Mine be the gift of fruit and shade,
Your songs be my reward.

SOLITUDE.

HAPPY the man whose wish and care,
A few paternal acres bound;

Content to breathe his native air,

On his own ground.

Pope.

Whose herds with milk; whose fields with bread;
Whose flock's supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer, yield him shade;
In winter, fire.

Blest, who can unconcerned, find

Hours, days and years, glide swift away;
In health of body, peace of mind;

Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixt; sweet recreation,

And innocence, which most doth please,

With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus, unlamented, let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUTH.

WHEN Friendship, Love, and Truth abound,
Among a band of brothers,

The smile of joy plays gaily round,

Each shares the bliss of others;

Sweet roses grace the thorny way,

Along this vale of sorrow;

The flowers that shed their leaves to-day,
Shall bloom again to-morrow:

How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth.

On halcyon wings the moments pass, Life's anxious cares beguiling; Old Time lays down his scythe and glass In gay good humour, smiling: With snowy beard and forelock grey, His reverend front adorning; He looks like winter, turned to May, Night softened into morning! How grand in age, how fair in youth, Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth..

From these delightful fountains flow
The purest rills of pleasure;
Can man desire, can heaven bestow
A more resplendant treasure?
Adorn'd with gems so richly bright,
They form a constellation,

Where every star, with modest light
Retains its proper station.

How grand in age, how fair in youth,
Are holy Friendship, Love, and Truth..