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Which three sad sisters of the shade,
Through this her all-enquiring eye,
Lovely Penitent, arise,
Come and claim thy kindred skies,
Come, thy sister angels say,
Thou hast wept thy stains away.
"Let experience now decide 'Twixt the good and evil try'd: In the smooth enchanted ground, Say, unfold the trasures found.
"Structures rais'd by morning dreams, Sands that trip the flitting streams,
Down that anchors on the air,
Clouds that paint their changes there.
"Seas that smoothly dimpling lie, While the storm impends on high, Showing in an obvious glass, Joys that in possession pass. "Transient, fickle, light, and gay, Flatt'ring only to betray, What, alas! can life contain? Life! like all its circles-vain. "Will the stork, intending rest,
On the billow build her nest?
From the bleak and bladeless shore? "Man alone, intent to stray,
Ever turns from wisdom's way,
Lays up wealth in foreign land,
Sows the sea, and ploughs the sand. "Soon this elemental mass,
Soon th' incumb'ring world shall pass,
"Then, ye boasted works of Where is your assylum then? Sons of Pleasure, sons of Care, Tell me, mortals, tell me where?
Gone, like traces on the deep, Like a sceptre grasp'd in sleep, Dews exhal'd from morning glades, Melting snows, and gliding shades.
"Pass the world, and what's behind?
Virtue's gold, by fire refin'd;
From a universe deprav'd,
From the wreck of nature sav'd.
"Like the life-supporting grain,
"Little trembler, fear no more, Thou hast plenteous crops in store! Seed, by genial sorrows sown, More than all thy scorners own. "What though hostile earth despise, Heav'n beholds with gentler eyes; Heav'n thy friendless steps shall guide, Cheer thy hours, and guard thy side. "When the fatal trump shall sound, When th' immortals pour around, Heav'n shall thy return attest, Hail'd by myriads of the' blest. "Little native of the skies, Lovely penitent, arise,
Calm thy bosom, clear thy brow,
"More delightful are my woes, Than the rapture pleasure knows; Richer far the weeds I bring,
Than the robes that grace a king.
"On my wars, of shortest date,
"Come, with Virtue at thy side,
Sister, come, and turn no more."
ADAM'S MORNING HYMN.
HESE are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty! Thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous then!
In these Thy lowest works; yet these declare
ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,
On earth join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
If better thou belong not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow,
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,