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But ill apply'd to such a rugged task;
The fields, the master, all, my fair! are thine,
In sweet disorder lost, she blush'd consent.
Amaz'd, and scarce believing what she heard,
Not less enraptur'd than the happy pair;
THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
ATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou great first cause, least understood;
Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
For God is paid when man receives,
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
If I am right, thy grace impart,
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
Save me alike from foolish pride,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,
Teach me to feel another's woe,
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all beings raise !
All nature's incense rise!
A FATHER'S ADVICE
TO HIS SON.
BY G. COOPER.
DEEP in a grove by cypress shaded,
Or noise the solemn scene invaded,
A swain, tow'rds full-ag'd manhood wending,
The father's eyes no object wrested,
"My youth's first hope, my manhood's treasure, My dearest innocent, attend,
Nor fear rebuke, or sour displeasure,
"Some truths from long experience flowing, Worth more than royal grants, receive; For truths are wealth of Heaven's bestowing, Which kings have seldom pow'r to give.
"Since from an ancient race descended,
You boast an unattainted blood,
"In love for every fellow-creature
"Be thine the generous heart that borrows
"This is the temper most endearing,
Though wide proud Pomp her banner spread; And heavenly pow'r Good-nature bearing, Each heart in willing thraldom lead.
"Taste not from Fame's uncertain fountain
"The princely pine on hills exalted,