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Behold, my friends! a father's tender care,
In all the blessings which in life ye share;
His goodness view, in all you daily prove,
And own your mercies are the gift of love.

Should adverse providence your lives attend,
And every sweet, with some kind bitter blend :
With grateful hand, the friendly cup receive,
And drink the potion heaven reserv’d to give.

If poverty or want await you here,
The heavy stroke with resignation bear ;
The.God who sent them rules their potent sway,
And by his presence (miles their frowns away..

The various ills in life, you're born to share,
Are bounteous blessings of paternal care;
This each shall own, and both with joy confefs,
Nor even with to find


trials less.

Like humble pensioners devoted stand,
Imploring mercies from your father's hand;
With grateful hearts receive his kind supplies,
Nor wish imparted, what his love denies,

If thus resolv'd, pursue your destin'd way,
Nor stop to liften what the world might say;
Let nobler thoughts your conscious minds employ,
And crown your interval of life with joy.


But as ye journey on, expect to find,
Those troubles incident to human kind;
They fondly hope for happiness in vain,
Who seek to find it without loss or pain.

In mazy paths must tread your wand'ring feet,
Where ease with pain, where joy with fórrow meet;
These, loving pilgrims, will alarm your fears,
And prove a trial thro' life’s vale of tears..

If love and harmony you would preserve,
Avoid by careful steps, that fiend RESERVE;
Let both alike, with conscious pleasure fee,
A gen'rous mind, from false deception free.

Let both in each, a meet companion find,
Indulgent, tender, affable, and kind;
Devoid of art, let each attempt to prove,
A greater warmth of undifsembled love,

In joy, in sorrow, or in pain or ease,
Let each alike be studious how to please;
In every trial take an equal share,
Each bear a part, and strive to lessen care.

Let concord, harmony, and tranquil joy,
Each future moment of your

lives employ; Thus shall you both substantial bliss secure, And heaven indulgent, choicest blessings pour.

DECREPID AGE fhall then with pleasure view,
His snowy honors, crown'd with joys anew;
With grateful heart furvey the trials paft,
And hail the moment that shall bring the last.

Diviner bliss shall each fond breast inspire,
And fill the foul with pure feraphic fire;
With holy rapture make your latter days
Resound the language of incessant praise.

Your SETTING SUN, when life's short day is o'er,
Shall rise unclouded, and go down no more ;
His genial rays shall every care destroy,
And stamp eternal, all your future joy,


Deign, happy pair, t'accept the feeble lay,
The pleasing theme of this auspicious day;
'Tis friendship speaks—if more she can declare,
Be that the subject of devoted pray’r,

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HE niggard miser, 'midst his hoarded store,

Grows richer daily, yet grows daily poor ; With pining want consumes the gift of health, And damns his soul for sordid heaps of wealth,


E L E G Y *



TERN winter hence with all his train removes;

And chearful skies and limpid streams are seen; Thick-sprouting foliage decorates the groves; Reviving herbage robes the fields in green. Yet lovelier scenes shall crown th' advancing year, When blooming spring's full bounty is display'd; The smile of beauty every vale shall wear ; The voice of song enliven every fhade.

O fancy, paint not coming days too fair !
Oft for the prospects sprightly may should yield,
Rain-pouring clouds have darken'd all the air,
Or snows untimely whiten'd o'er the field :

But should kind spring her wonted bounty show'r,
The smile of beauty and the voice of fong;
If gloomy thought the human mind o’erpow'r,
Ev'n vernal hours glide unenjoy'd along.

* The pamphlet from whence I have taken this and the following Elegy, is sold by Buckland in Paternoster Row. The late ingenious Dr. Young, writing to a friend of mine says, I have read Mr. Scott's four Elegies, and shall do myself the credit to recommend them to every person of my acquaintance."

I fhun


I fhun the scenes where madd’ning passion raves,
Where pride and folly high dominion hold,
And unrelenting avarice drives her slaves
O’er proftrate virtue in pursuit of gold:

The grassy lane, the wood-surrounded field,
The rude stone fence with fragrant wall-flowers gay,
The clay-built cot, to me more pleasure yield
Than all the pomp imperial domes display:

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And yet ev'n here amid these secret shades,
These simple scenes of unreprov'd delight,
Affliction's iron hand my breast invades,
And death's dread dart is ever in my sight.

While genial suns to genial show'rs succeed;
(The air all mildness, and the earth all bloom ;)
While herds and flocks range sportive o'er the mead,
Crop the sweet herb, and snuff the rich perfume;

O why alone to hapless man deny'd
To taste the bliss inferior beings boaft?
O why this fate that fear and pain divide
His few short hours on earth's delightful coast?

Ah cease—no more of providence complain !
'Tis sense of guilt that wakes the mind to woe,
Gives force to fear, adds energy to pain,
And palls each joy by heaven indulg'd below :


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