Yet leaving here a name, I trust, SOUTHEY. TH 95. TRUST IN GOD'S PROVIDENCE. [MATTHEW Vi. 25-30] HINK not, when all your scanty stores afford Behold! and look away your low despair- They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow; L If ceaseless thus the fowls of heaven He feeds; If o'er the fields such lucid robes He spreads; Will He not care for you, ye faithless, say? Is He unwise? or are ye less than they? THOMSON. 96. THE TRUMPET. THE trumpet's voice hath roused the land; A hundred hills have seen the brand, A hundred banners on the breeze was that the sound of seas? -A king to war went past. The chief is arming in his hall, They come not back, though all be won, The bard hath ceased his song, and bound E'en for the marriage-altar crown'd, The lover quits his bride. And all this haste, and change, and fear, How will it be when kingdoms hear The blast that wakes the dead? MRS. HEMANS. 97. THE DOG AND THE WATER-LILIES. THE HE noon was shady, and soft airs When, 'scaped from literary cares, My dog, now lost in flags and reeds, Pursued the swallow o'er the meads It was the time when Ouse display'd With cane extended far, I sought But still the prize, though nearly caught, Beau marked my unsuccessful pains To comprehend the case. But with a cherup clear and strong, I thence withdrew, and follow'd long My ramble ended, I return'd; The floating wreath again discern'd, I saw him with that lily cropt My quick approach, and soon he dropt Charm'd with the sight-"The world," I cried, But chief myself I will enjoin, To show a love as prompt as thine To Him who gives me all." COWPER. 98. MORNING. "His compassions fail not. They are new every morning." LAMENT. iii. 22, 23. UES of the rich unfolding morn, HUB That, ere the glorious sun be born, By some soft touch invisible Around his path are taught to swell; Thou rustling breeze, so fresh and gay, Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam, Why waste your treasures of delight Oh! timely happy, timely wise, New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, New mercies, each returning day, If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, |