In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom It views the fame all-gracious Power, Through nature's ever-varying scene, With like beneficent effect O'er flaming æther glows, As when it tunes the linnet's voice, By reafon taught to fcorn thofe fears Thy life may all the tend'reft care Of Providence defend; And delegated angels round Their guardian wings extend. When, through creation's vaft expanse, And thake the rifing foul: Unmov'd may'ft thou the final storm, Of jarring worlds survey, That ushers in the glad ferene Of everlasting day. THE EVENING WALK. BY THE SAME. How fweet the calm of this fequefter'd shore, Where ebbing waters mufically roll; And folitude, and filent eve restore The fighing gale, whofe murmurs lull to rest To fympathetic quiet fooths the breast, Farewel the objects of diurnal care, Your task be ended with the setting fun: Let all be undisturb'd vacation here, While o'er yon wave ascends the peaceful moon. What beauteous vifions o'er the foften'd heart, Serener joys, and brighter hopes impart, And cheer the foul with more than mortal views. Here faithful mem'ry wakens all her pow'rs, Come,********, come, and with me share Come, while the cool, the folitary hours Each foolish care, and giddy wish controul, Oft, when the earth detain'd by empty show, Come, and the facred eloquence repeat: And op'ning heav'n diffuse its glories round. 71 CONTEMPLATION. BY THE SAME. WHILE foft through water, earth, and air The vernal fpirits rove, From noify joys, and giddy crowds, To rural fcenes remove. The mountain fnows are all diffőlv'd, The circling planets' conftant rounds The wintry wastes repair: And ftill, from temporary death, Renew the verdant year, But ha! when once our tranfient bloom, The spring of life, is o'er, That rofy feafon takes its fight, And muft return no more. Yet judge by reafon's fober rules, From falfe opinion free, And mark how little, pilf'ring years Can fteal from you or me. Each moral pleasure of the heart, Each lasting charm of truth, Depends not on the giddy aid, Of wild, inconstant youth. The vain coquet, whofe empty pride May justly dread the wintry gloom, Leave fuch a ruin to deplore, Amidst the univerfal change It views, unmov'd, the fcythe of Time Sweep all befides away. Fixt on its own eternal frame, Eternal are its joys: While, borne on tranfitory wings, Each mortal pleasure flies. While ev'ry short-liv'd flow'r of sense Destructive years confume, Through friendship's fair enchanting walks Unfading myrtles bloom. G |