Select Miscellaneous Productions, of Mrs. Day, and Thomas Day, Esq. , in Verse and Prose; Also, Some Detached Pieces of Poetry

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1805 edition. Excerpt: ... Thus far, ' he cries, 'no further shalt thou come, But here thy lofty billows shall be stay'd.' The vast ungovernable sea obeys, The storms that rage at his divine command Ilis sacred voice can hush, at once dispel The awful frowns, which darken Nature's face, And there diffuse the lovely placid smile: Behold! the dreadful tempest now is o'er, We breathe a purer, a more balmy air; More lively verdure decks the smiling earth. And all is calm, beneficent, and gay. May I, if stormy ills obscure my lifej Thus in the great First Cause, the King of Kings, Humbly repose, nor ever let the gloom Of dark uncertain doubt, or dire despair O'erwhelm my soul: then purified by storms, My moral day will clearer, calmer shine. For this great truth is sure; if patient borne The transient woes of this tempestuous world, Then the bright calm of Heaven's unfading bliss, Will be to all eterniiy our own. TO MY BOOKS. Written by Miss AT..when about fourteen. Ye dear instructive constant friends, Accept a grateful lay, For all the moments you have wing'd Delightfully away. Oft has your potent influence charm'd Each gloomy thought to rest, And moral sense, or sprightly wit, Reliev'd my anxious breast. When Nature's beauties all are chill'd By winter's icy hand, In you, exhaustless varied springs, Of pleasure I command. The flame that warms, the flow'is that bloom In fancy's glowing page, You yield in spite of chilling frosts, And fierce tempestuous rage. Not ermin'd grandeur can bestow Such genuine, peaceful joys; And more than gems of Indian mines, Your sacred stores I prize. For oft does wealth on rapid wings From our possession fly, But the enlight'ning truths you teach Can never, never die. In you, past ages I recall, Revive the slumb'ting dead, And with...