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There is, who deems all climes, all seasons fair,
There is, who knows no restless paffion's ftrife;
Contentment smiling at each idle care;'
Contentment thankful for the gift of life;
She finds in winter many a scene to please;
The morning landscape fring'd with frost-work gay,
The sun at noon seen thro' the leafess trees,
The clear calm ether at the close of day:
She marks th' advantage storms and clouds bestow,
When blust'ring CAURUS purifies the air,
When moist AQUARIUS pours the fleecy snow,
That makes th'impregnate glebe a richer harvest bear:
She bids for all our grateful praise arise,
To Him whose mandate spake the world to form;
Gave spring's gay bloom, and summer's chearful skies,
And autumn's corn-clad field and winter's founding
ON lucid beam revives the verdant field,
That bounteous nature may her increase yield, The hill, the dale, the purling currents prove, The warmth and puwer of God's diffusive love; No fav'rite mead can boast a partial care, But all alike his genial influence share.
A FATHER'S SOLILOQUY OVER HIS
EAR infant babe! thou lovely smiling boy,
Thou first fond pledge of pure connubial joy; Thou spring of pleasure, thou dear source of pain, My child, my ISAAC, thus untimely flain!
Thou gracious answer to a father's prayers
But now the object to excite his tears;
These cold remains are all I weeping fee,
Thou'rt gone forever----gone, alas ! from me.
Forever gone !---no;--- cease the plaintive moang Suppress the tear and check the rising groan, Swift flies the moment that diffolves my pain, And brings thee welcome to these arms again!
O loit'ring death! come wing thy destin'd way,
Why art thou absent---why this long delay !
Come dread usurper, who my hopes beguild,
And bear me swiftly to my only child !
And thou dear babe! with tending angels wait
To hail me welcome to thy bleft eftate;
Rush to my arms---soft whisper---" I am thine,"
And lead me to the GOD who made thee mine!
WRITTEN AFTER HEARING A SERMON PREACHED
THOU. THEREFORE, ENDURE HARDNESS AS A GOOD SOLDIER
OF CHRIST JESUS.
O fhew the matchless worth of truth divine,
Grace, love, and reason, all in one combine :
To plead its cause, all hail the man of sense,
And add to THAT---the charms of eloquence.
Go on, great champion in thy CAPTAIN's cause,
Support his standard, and maintain his laws;
Impel by argument the heedless throng,
Teach what is RIGHT, and shew them what is WRONG.
For this, kind reason lends her noblest aid,
And prompts thee on, resistless to persuade.
Prolific Grace her stronger influence sends,
And makes thy greatest foes the best of friends.
Hence, reason's boasting fons, 'no more exclaim,
A system wrong, irrational and vain :
The charge is false---why, impious, thus deride ?
Let conscious reason here as judge preside-
Hark! bold intruder---something speaks within,
And softly whispers---- Thou art nought but fin."
Yet louder still, methinks, I distant hear,
The moving accents of some friend sincere :
'Tis P******* speaks--- he tells thee just the same,
What now thou art, whence thy pollution came.
But yet more kind, he bids thee not despair, And mildly tells thee of a SAVIOUR's care ; Shews what he is, for whom he liv'd and dy’d, For what he suffer'd, and why crucify'd. I hear him say---“ For wretches worse than you, “ He cry'd, Forgive, they know not what they do: " For guilty souls, who, bold rejoicing stood, “ With impious hands to shed THEIR SAVIOUR'S “ For these, for you, for all the happy race, [blood; * Who live the subjects of redeeming grace."
ON THE ENTRANCE OF A
REAT God! to thee what gratitude I owe,
Thou source of all that I enjoy below;
Paft bleffings not thy gracious care suffice,
New mercies still with each new moment rise ;
Nor this the least (for which my thanks I pay)
To live to see another new-year's day!
With the old year, may the OLD MAN be gone,
And with the new, may I the new put on !
Oh, to supply new time, new grace be thine,
New heart, new spirit, and new life be mine.
In all things various, yet in all the farne. :)
Whom nature owns her fountain, and her end;
Creation's FATHER, and his creature's FRIEND.
Once more revolv'd, revolving periods prove
Thy dread inspection and thy watchful love;
Whose quick’ning Sp’rit still animates our breath,
Defends from danger, or preserves from death.
By pain instructed, or from pain secur'd,
Unhoped averted, or in hope endur'd.
Held yet in life, tho'pft of strength bereft,
Behold, “ one taken, and another left !”
Stupendous act, that mocks created ken!
Alike abstruse to seraphs and to men.
Why, this permitted ; or, why that decreed;
The murderer riots, and the guiltless bleed.
Why, conscious virtue sees her foes prevail,
While justice lingering---aids the rising scale.
Why, deeper still, the men of guilt should find,
E'en rigorous vengeance placable or kind:
And why, revers'd, the moral proud may feel,
E'en mercy reckless, and themselves in hell!
Say ye, who can (if such as can, there be)
What meaneth this, and whence the mystery?
Go, span the mountains, and exhaust the clouds,
Or, bind their influence, and repel the floods.