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And when the pangs of woe thy breast must tear, When pleasure fades, and fancy charms no more, Still may those hopes the gloomy prospect cheer, Unmoved by grief, unchanged by fortune's power.
May love, esteem, and friendship, crown thy days, With joys to guilt unknown, from doubt secure, While heavenly truth inspires the voice of praise,
And bids that praise beyond the world endure!
Thro' life to Virtue's sacred dictates true,
Be such thy joys as angels must approve, Such as may lead to raptures ever new,
To endless peace and purest bliss above!
ACQUAINT thyself with Gop, and be at peace;
No cold neglect the faithful heart repays,
Whose stedfast aim solicits His regard; Each wish for merit, each attempt to please
He views, and His approving smiles reward.
Thro' ev'ry changing scene His constant love
And sooth its latest agonies to rest.
ON A THUNDER STORM.
By Bishop Lowth, at the age of 14.
LOCKED in the arms of balmy sleep
Sudden tremendous thunders roll,
And wakes the mind to prayer.
Whate'er, O LORD, in this dread hour,
Vouchsafe, amidst this time of dread,
If waked by Thy vindictive hand
Welcome the bolt where'er it fall
By all such strong explosive shakes,
But if, as Nature's laws ordain,
Quick interpose, all-gracious LORD,
For mercy and for might.
Let it not fall where riot foul
Pours forth the drunken jest,
Succour the couch where beauty lies,
Awhile O spare those sinful breasts
Whose deeds the night deform, And strike where smiling virtue rests Unconscious of the storm.
Thus in the awful judgment day,
Well pleased, O LORD, each eye shall see
ON THE BATH HOSPITAL. Open to the sick Poor of every Part of the World. Anstey.
O! PAUSE awhile, whoe'er thou art
Think on the wretch whose distant lot
Think, how in some poor lonely cot
Hither the helpless stranger bring,
So may thy years from grief, and pain,
CHILD OF MAN.-J. Bowdler, Jun.
"CHILD of Man, whose seed below
"Child of Dust, Corruption's son,
Toil'd, and wept, and bled, and died.
"Child of Doubt, does fear surprize, "Vexing thought within thee rise;
Wondering, murmuring, dost thou gaze "On evil men and evil days?
"Oh! if darkness round thee lower, "Darker far my dying hour; "Which bade that fearful cry awake, "My God, my GOD, dost thou forsake!
"Child of Sin, by guilt oppress'd,