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2 Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to One wou'd think they foresaw all the boast,

frost and the storms, Above all the flowers of the field : And so brought their food within When its leaves are all dead, and fine doors.

colours are lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! || 3 But I have less sense than a poor creep

ing Ant, 3 So frail is the youth and the beauty of If I take no due care for the things I man,

shall want, Tho' they bloom and look gay like

Nor provide against dangers in time: the Rose :

When death, or old age, shall stare in But all our fond care to preserve them

my face, is vain ;

What a wretch shall I be in the end of Time kills them as fast as he goes.

my days, 4 Then I'll not be proud of my youth If I trine away all their prime!

or my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade, | 4 Now, now, while my strength and my But gain a good name by well-doing youth are in bloom. my duty :

Let me think what will serve me when This will scent like a Rose when I'm

sickness shall come, dead.

And pray that my sins be forgiven ..

Let me read in good books, and be IV. The Thief.

lieve, and obey,

That when death turns me out of this 1 WHY should I deprive my neighbour

cottage of clay,

I Of his goods against his will?

may dwell in a palace in heaven. Hands were made for honest labo ur, Not to plunder or to steal.

VI. Good Resolutions. 2 'Tis a foolish self-deceiving, By sneh tricks to hope for gain ;

I THO’I am now in younger days, All that's ever got by Thieving

Nor can tell what shall befal me, Turns is sorrow, shame, and pain.

I'll prepare for ev'ry place

Where my growing age shall call me, * Have not Eve and Adam taught us

Their sad profit to compute ? 2 Should I e'er be rich or great, To what dismal state they brought us Others shall partake my goodnees ;

When they stole forbidden fruit? I'll supply the poor with meat, 4 Oft we see a young beginner

Never shewing scoru nor rudeness. Practise little pilfering ways, 3 Where I see the blind or lame, Till grown up a harden'd sinner;

Deaf or dumb, I'll kindly treat them; Then the gallows ends bis days. I deserve to feel the same, 5 Theft will not be always hidden,

If I mock, or hurt, or cheat them, Tho' we fancy none can spy : 4 If I meet with railing tongues, When we take a thing forbidden, God beholds it with his eye.

Why should I return them railing.

Since I best revenge my wrongs 6 Guard my heart, O God of heaven, By my patience never failing ; Lest I covet what's not inine :

5 When I hear them telling lies, Lest I steal what is not given :

Talking foolish, cursing, swearing, Guard my heart and hands from sin.

First I'll try to make them wise.
V. The Ant or Emmet.

Or I'll soon go out of hearing.

6 What tho' I be low and mean, 1 THESE Emmets, how little they are

I'll engage the rich to love me, in our eyes!

While I'm modest, neat, and clean ; We tread them to dust, and a troop of

And submit when they reprove me. them dies

7 If I should be poor and sick, Without our regard or concern :

I shall meet, I hope, with pity, Yet, as wise as we are, if we went to Since I love to help the weak, their school,

Tho' they're neither fair nor witty. There's many a sluggard, and many a fool,

8 I'll not willingly offend, Sonne lessons of wisdom might learn. Nor be easily offended ;

What's amiss I'll strive to mend, 2 They don't wear their time out in

And endure what can't be mended. sleeping or play, Bat gather up corn in a sun-shiny day, 9 May I be so watchful still

And for winter they lay up their stores O’er my humours and my passion, They manage their work in such re- As to speak and do no ill, gular forms,

Tho' it should be all the fashion. 10 Wicked fashions lead to hell;

4 Soft and easy is thy cradle : Ne'er may I be found complying,

Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay; But in life behave so well,

When his birth-place was a stable,
Not to be afraid of dying.

And his softest bed was hay,
VII. A Summer Evening.

5 Blessed babe! what glorious features,

Spotless fair, divinely bright! 1 HOW fine has the day been! How

Must he dwell with brutal creatures? bright was the Sun?

How could angels bear the sight? How lovely and joyful the course that

6 Was there nothing hut a manger he run!

Cursed sinners could afford,
Tho' he rose in a mist when his race

To receive the heav'nly stranger?
he begun,
And there follow'd some droppings

Did they thus affront their Lord ? of rain : But now the fair traveller's come to

7 Soft, my child; I did not chide thee, the west,

Tho'my song might sound too hard :

* mother His rays are all gold, and his beauties

'Tis thy

sits beside thee, are best;

nurse that He paints the skies gay as he sinks to

And her arm shall be thy guard. his rest; And foretels a bright rising again. 8 Yet to read the shameful story,

How the Jews abus'd their King, 2 Just sich is the Christian : His course

How they serv'd the Lord of glory, he begins,

Makes me angry while I sing. Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins,

9 See the kinder shepherds round hin, And melts into tears: Then he breaks

Telling wonders from the sky : out and shines,

There they sought him, there they And travels his heav'nly way:

found him, But when he comes nearer to finish

With his virgin Mother by. his race, Like a fine setting Sun he looks richer 10 See the lovely Babe a dresing; in grace,

Lovely Infant, how he smil'd! And gives a sure hope at the end of When he wept, the Mother's blessing his days,

Sooth'd and hush'd the holy Child. Of rising in brighter array..

11 Lo, he slumbers in his manger, Some copies of the following Hymn

Where the horned oxen feed; having got abroad already into several Peace, my Darling, here's no danger, hands, the author has been persuaded

Here's no ox anear thy bed. to permit it to appear in public, at the

12 'Twas to save thee,child, from dying, end of these Songs for children.

Save my dear from burning flame, A Cradle Hymn.

Bitter groans, and endless crying,

That thy blest Redeemer came. 1 HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber;

Holy angels guard thy bed! 13 May'st thou live to know and fear him, Heav'nly blessings without number Trust and love him all thy days! Gently falling on thy head.

Then go dwell for ever near him,

See his face, and sing his praise! 2 Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,

House and home thyfriends provide, || 14 I could give thee thousand kisses, All without thy care or payment,

Hoping what I most desire ; All thy wants are well supply'd. Not a mother's fondest wishes, 3 How much better thou'rt attended

Can to greaterjays aspire. Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended * Here you may use the words, broAnd became a cbild like thee.

ther, sister, neighbour, friend, &c.

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LYRIC POEMS.

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PREFACE

TO THE « LYRIC POEMS."

IT has been a long complaint of the virtuous and refined world, that poesy, whose original is divine, should be enslaved to rice and profaneness; than an art inspired from heaven, should have so far lost the memory of its birth-place, as to be engaged in the interests of hell. How unhappily is it perverted from its most glorious design! How basely has it been driven away from its proper station in the temple of God, and abused to much dishonour! The iniquity of men has constrained it to serve their vilest purposes, while the sons of piety mourn the sacrileges and the shame.

The eldest song which history has brought down to our ears, was a noble act of worship paid to the God of Israel, when his "right-hand became glorious in power; when thy right-hand, O Lord, dashed in pieces the enemy: the chariots of Pharaoh and his hosts were cast into the red-sea : Thou didst blow with thy wind, the deep covered them, and they sank as lead in the mighty waters," Ex. xv. This art was maintained sacred through the following ages of the church, and employed by kings and prophets, by David, Solomon, and Isaiah, in describing the nature and the glories of God, and in conveying grace or vengeance to the hearts of men, By this method they brought so much of heaven down to this lower world, as the darkness of that dispensation would admit: And now and then a divine and poetic rapture lifted their souls far above the level of that economy of shadows, bore them away far into a brighter region, and gave them a glimpse of evangelic day. The life of angels was harmoniously breathed into the children of Adam, and their minds raised near to heaven in melody and devotion at once.

In the younger days of heathenism the muses were devoted to the same service; The language in which old Hesiod addresses them is this:

Μεσαι Πιεριηθεν αοιδησι κλειoυσαι, )
Δευτί, Δι εγνεσεσε σφετερου πατερ' υμνείουσαι.
" Pierian muses, fam'd for heav'nly lays,

“ Descend, and sing the God your Father's praise." And he pursues the subject in ten pious lines, which I could not forbear to transcribe, if the aspect and sound of so much Creek were not terrifying to a nice reader.

But some of the latter poets of the pagan world have debased this divine gift; and many of the writers of the first rank, in this our age of national christians, have, to their eternal shame, surpassed the vilest of the Gentiles. They have not only disrobed religion of all the ornaments of verse, but have employed their pens in impious mischief, to deform her native beauty, and defile her honours. They have exposed her most sacred character to drollery, and dressed her up in a most vile and ridiculous disguise, for the scorn of the ruder herd of mankind. The vice's have been painted like so inany goddesses, the charms of wit have been added to debauchery, and the temptation heightened where nature'needs the strongest restraints. With sweetness of sound, and delicacy of expression, they have given a relish to blasphemies of the harshest kind; and when they rant at their Maker in sonorous numbers, they fancy themselves to have acted the hero well.

Thus almost in vain have the throne and the pulpit cried reformation; while She stage and licentious poems bare waged open war with the pious design of church and state,

The press has spread the poison far, and scattered wide the mortal infection : Unthinking youth bave bocu enticed to sin beyond the vicious propensities

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