I live once more to see the day
That brought me first to light:
O! teach my willing heart the way
To take thy mercies right.

Though dazzling splendor, pomp, and show,
My fortune has denied :
Yet more than grandeur can bestow,
Content hath well supplied.

No strife has e'er disturb'd my peace;
Few miseries have I known;
And that I'm blest with health and ease,
With humble thanks I own.

I envy no one's birth, or fame,
Their titles, train, or dress ;
Nor has my pride e'er stretch'd its aim
Beyond what I possess.

I ask, and wish, not to appear

More beauteous, rich, or gay:

Lord make me wiser ev'ry year,

And better ev'ry day.

On the Pleasures of Religion.

How fatally blind and mistaken are they
Who think pleasure confined to the young and the

gay:

And suppose should religion their thoughts e'er employ,

They must, from that moment, bid farewell to joy:
That, if to her voice they should ever attend,
When religion begins, then their pleasures must end.
In pursuit of this phantom they'll hasten away,
In the morning to visits, at night to the play;
And think, in such pleasures if they had no share,
Life would be a burden too heavy to bear.

Ah! did they but know the true joys that we find,
When religion has taken fast hold of the mind,
They would see we're as fond of true pleasures as
they;

"Tis her that we seek, 'tis her voice we obey: 'Tis this, only this, that our hearts can invite To pray'r in the morning, to praises at night.

Resignation to the Divine Will.

LORD, through the dubious path of life,
Thy feeble servant guide;
Supported by thy powerful arm,
My footsteps shall not slide.

Let others, swell'd with empty pride,
Of wisdom make their boast:
Absent from thee, in life's wild maze
Soon would my soul be lost.

To thee, O my unerring guide!
I would myself resign;

In all my ways acknowledge thee,
And form my will by thine.

Faith.

A SONNET.

HAIL, holy Faith! on life's wide ocean tost,
I see thee sit calm in thy beaten bark;
As Noah sat, throned in his high-borne ark,
Secure and fearless, while a world was lost!

In vain contending storms thy head enzone,

Thy bosom shrinks not from the bolt that falls; The dreadful shaft plays harmless; nor appals Thy stedfast eye, fix'd on Jehovah's throne.

E'en though thou saw'st the mighty fabric nod, Of system'd worlds: thou bear'st a sacred charm Graved on thy heart, to shelter thee from harm; And thus it speaks-"Thou art my trust, O God! "And thou canst bid the jarring powr's be still, "Each pond'rous orb, like me, subservient to thy will!"

The Goodness of God.

THERE is a God, all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies ;
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When the first beams of morning rise.

The rising sun, serenely bright,

O'er the wide world's extending frame, Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name..

Diffusing light, his influence spreads,

And health and plenty smile around ; And fruitful fields, and verdant meads,

Are with a thousand blessings crown'd..

Almighty goodness, pow'r divine,

The fields and verdant meads display; And bless the hand which made them shine With various charms profusely gay.

For man and beast, here daily food
In wide, diffusive plenty grows ;

And there, for drink, the chrystal flood

In streams, sweet winding, gently flows..