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Light flows the shining azure vest,
And all the angel stands confess d..

I view'd the change with sweet surprise ;
And, oh! I panted for the skies ;.*,
Thank'd heav'n that e'er I drew my breath ;
And triumph'd in the thoughts of death.





Thé vanity of wealth.
No more thus brooding o'er yon keap,
With avarice painful vigils keep ;
Still unenjoy'd ihe present store,
Still endless sighs are breath'd for more.
Oh ! quit the shadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treasure buys !
To purchase heav'n has gold the pow'r ?
Can gold remove the mortal hour !
In life can love be bought with gold ?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ?
No-all that's worth a wish-a thought,
Fair virtue gives unbrild d, unbought.
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind;
Let nobler views engage thy mind. DR. JOHNSON.


Nothing formed in vain.
LET no presuming impious railer tax
Creative wisdom ; as if'aught was formid
In vain, or not for admirable ends.
Shall little haughly ignorance pronounce
His works unwis, of which the smallest part
Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind ?
As if, upon a full proportion d dome,
On swelling columns heav'd, the pride of art !
A critic-Ay, whose feeble rays scarce spread
An inch around, with blind presumption bold,
Should dare tax the structure of the wliole.


And lives the man, whose universal eye
Has swept at once th' unbounded scheme of things;
Mark'd the dependence s', and firm accord,
As with untalt'ring accent to conclude,
That this availeth nought ? Has any seen
The mighty chain of beings, less'ning down
From infinite perfection, to the brink
Of dreary nothing, desolate abyss!
From which astonish'd thought, recoiling turns ?
Till then alone let zealous praise ascend,
And hymns of holy wonder, to that POWER,
Whose wisdom shines as lovely in our minds,
As on our smilling eyes his servant-sun.



On pride.
Of all the causes, which conspire to blind
* Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never failing vice of fools.
Whatever nature has in worth geny'd,
She gives it large recruits of needful pride !
For, as in bodies, thus in sou's, we find
What wants in blood and spirits, swellid with wind.
Pride, where wit fails, sieps in to our defence,
And fills up all the mighly void of sense..
If once right reason drives that cloud away,
That breaks upon us with resistless day.
Trust not yourself; but your defects to know,
Make use of ev ry friend and ev'ry foe.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Driek deep, or tates nor the Pierian spring :
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain ;
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Fir'd at first single with wbat the nuse imparts, .
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts,
While, from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind ;
But, more advanc'd, behold, with strange surprise,
New distant scenes of endless science rise !
So, pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,
Mount o'er the vales, and seem to read the sky;
Th'eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and moun:ains seem the last :
But: those attain 'd, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthen'd way;
The increasing prospect tires our wandöring eyes ;

Als peep oʻer hills, and Alps on Alps arise,



Cruelty to beasts censured. I would not enter on my list of friends, (Though grac'd with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility,) the man Who needlesly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent step may crush the snail, That crawls at evening in the public path ; But he that has humanity, fore warn'd, Will tread aside, and let the repiile live. The creeping vermine, loathsome to the sight, And charg'd perhaps with venom, that intrudes A visitor unwelcome into scenes Sacred to neatness and repose, th' alcove, The chamber, or refectory, may die. A necessary act incurs no blame. Not so, when held within their proper bounds, And guiltless of offence, they range the all', Or take their pastime in the spacious field : There they are privileg d. And he that hunts Or harms ibem there, is guilty ot a wrong; Disturbs th' economy of nature's realm, Who, when she formd, design d them an abode. The sum is this: if inan's convenience, health, Or safety interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all the meanest things that are, As free to live and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who, in his sovreign wisdom, made them all. Ye, therefore, who loye mercy, teach your sons To love it too. The spring time of our years Is soon dishonour'd and defil'd, in most, By budding ills, that ask a prudent hand To check them. But, alas ! none suoner shoots Ifunrestrain'd into luxuriant growth, Than cruelty, most dev’list of them all. Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule And righteous limitation of its act. By which Hrav'n moves in pard':ing guilty man; And he that shows none, being ripe in years, And conscious of the outrage be commits, Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn. COWPER.


A paraphrase on the lutter part of the 6th chapter of St. Mat

thew. When ing breast labours with oppressive care, And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear ;


While all my warring passions are at strife,
Oh ! let me listen to the words of life !
Raptures deep-felt bis doctrine did impart,
And thus be rais'd from earth the drooping heart.

“Think not, when all your scanty stores afford,
Is spread at once upon the sparing board ;
Think not, when worn the homely robe appears,
While on the root the howling tempest bears ;
What farther shall this feeble lite sustain,
And what shall clothe these shiy'ring limbs agaio,
Say, does not life its nourishment exceed ?
And the fair body its investing weed ?
Behold! and look away your low despair-
See the light tenants of the barren air :
To them, nor stores, nor granaries, belong ;
Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing song ;
Yet, your kind heay'nly Father bends his eye
On the least wing that fits along the sky:
To him they sing when spring renews the plain ;
To him they cry, in winter's pinching reign ;
Nor is their music, nor their plaint in vain :
He hears the gay, and the distressful call;
And with unsparing bounty fills them all.

Observe the rising lily's snowy grace ;
Observe the various vegetable race :
They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow;
Yet see how warm they blush ! how bright they glow!
What regal vestments can with them compare !
What king so shining! or what queen so fair !

“ If, ceaseless, thus, the fowles of heav'n he feeds; If o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads ; Will he not care for you, ye faithless, say ? Is hc unwise ? or are ye less than they !"

SECTION VI. The death af a good man a strong incentive to virtue. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n. Fly ye protane! if not, draw near with a we, Receive the blessing, and adore the chance, That threw jó this Bethesda your disease : If unrestor*d by this, despair your cure. For, here, resistless demonstration dwells ; A death-bed's a detector of the heart Here tir'd Dissimulation drops her mask, 'Thro' life's grimace, that mistress of the scene ! Here real, and apparent, are the same. ou see the man ; you see his hold on heav'n,

If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound.
Heav'n waits not the last moment ; owns her friends
On this side death ; and points them out to men ;
A lecture, silent, but of sov'reign pow'r !
To vice, confusion ; and to virtue, peace,

Whatever farce the boastsul hero plays,
Virtue alone has majesty in death ;
And greater still, the more the tyrant frowns.


SEGTION VII. Reflections on a future stare, froin a review of winter. 'Tis done ! dread winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His desolate doma 11. Behold, fond man ! See here they picturd lite : pass some few years, Thy flow'ring spring, thy summer's ardent strength, Thy sober autumn fading into age, And pale conciuding winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness } those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame? Those restless cares ? those busy bustling days ? Those gay-spent, festive nights ? those veering thoughts, Lost bei ween good and ill, that shard thy life? All now are vanish'd ! Virtue sole survives, Immorial never failing friend of man, His guide to happiness on high. And see ! 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Of heaven and earth ! awak’ning nature hears The new creating word ; and starts to life, In ev'ry heighten'd form, from pain and death For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting as the prospect wider spreads, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! Ye blind presumptuous ! now, Confounded in the dust, adore thai Power, And Wisdom oft arraigned : see now the cause Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd, And died neglected : why the good man's share In life was gall and bitterness of soul : Why the love widow and her orphans pip'd In starying solitude ; while luxury, In palaces, lay straining her low thought, To form unreal wants ; why heav'n-born truth, And moderation fair, wore the red marks Of superstition's scourge : why licens'd pain,

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