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GRATITUDE.

!r THE SAME.

When all thy mercies, O My God!

My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise!

O ! how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart?

But thou canst read it there.

Thy providence my Kse sustam'd,

And all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries,

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my seeble thoughts had learnt

To sorm themselves in pray'r.

Unnumber'd comsorts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd, Besore my insant heart coriceiv'd

From whom those comsorts ftow'd.

When in the flipp'ry paths os youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me sase,

And led me up to man.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,

It gently clear'd my way, And through the pleasing snares os vice,

More to be sear'd than they.

When worn with sickness, ost hast thou
With health renew'd my sace,

And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.

Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss

Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and saithsul sriend

Has doubled all my store.

Ten thousand thousand precious gist*

My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheersul heart,

That tastes those gists v, ith joy.

Through every period os my lise

Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And aster death, in distant worlds

The glorious theme renew.

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When nature sails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more,
My ever-gratesul heart, O Lord!

Thy mercy shall adore.

Through all eternity to thee

A joysul song I'll raise, For, oh! eternity's too short

To utter all thy praise.

CREATION.

BY THE SAME.

The losty pillars os the sky,

And spacious concave rais'd on high,

Spangled with stars, a shining srame,

Their great original proclaim;

Th' unwearied sun, srom day to day,

Pours knowledge on his golden ray,

And publishes to every land

The work os an almighty hand.

Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story os her birth:

Whilst all the stars, that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn, •
Consirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth srom.pole to pole.

What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be sound?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter sorth a glorious voice.
For ever singing, as they shine,
M The hand that made us is divine."

A WINTER PIECE.

ADDRESSED TO THE DUKE OF DORSET.

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From srozen climes, and endless tracts os snow,
From streams that northern winds sorbid to flow;
What present shall the muse to Dorset bring,
Or how, so near the pole, attempt to sing?
The hoary winter here conceals srom fight,
All pleasing objects that to verse invite.
The hills and dales, and the delightsul woods,
The now'ry plains, and silver-streaming floods,

Py snow difgnis'd in hright consusion lie,
And with one dazzling waste satigue the eye.

No gentle-breathing breeze prepares the spring,
No birds within the desers region sing.
The ships unmcrv'd .the boist'rous winds defy,
While rattling chariots o'er the ocean fiy.
The vast leviathan wants room to play,
And spout his waters in the sace os day,
The starving wolves along the main sea prowl,
And to the moon in icy values howl.
For many a shining league the level main
Here spreads itsels into a glassy plain:
There solid billows os enormous size,
Alj,s cs g""een ice in wild disorder rise.

And yet but lately have I seen ev'n here, The winter in a lovely dress appear. E'er yet the clouds let sall the treasur'd snow, Or winds begun through hazy feies to blow. At ev'ning a ke^n eastern breeze arose; And the descending rain unsully'd sroze. Soon as the silent shades os night withdrew, The ruddy morn disclos'd at once to view The sace os nature in a rich disguise, And brighten'd ev'ry object to my eyes: For ev'ry shrub, and ev'ry blade os grass, And ev'ry pointed thorn, scem'd wrought in glass; In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show, While through the ice the crimson berries gfow.

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