SECTION II. The Sluggard. 1. "Tis the voice of the sluggard-I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon-I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. 2. “A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;' Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without number; And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands, Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he stands. 3. I pass'd by his garden, I saw the wild brier, The thorn, and the thistle, grow broader and highe". The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs. 4. I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had ta'en better care for improving his mind : He told me his dreams, talk'd of eating and drinking; But he scarce reads the Bible, and never loves thinking 5. Said I then to my heart," Here's a lesson for me; That man's but a picture of what I might be : But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who taught me betimes to love working and reading. SECTION III. Creation and Providence. 1. I SING th' almighty pow'r of God, 2. I sing the wisdom that ordain'd The sun to rule the day: The moon shines full at his command, WATTS. 3. I sing the goodness of the Lord, That fill'd the earth with food. He form'd the creatures with his word, And then pronounc'd them good. 4. Lord! how thy wonders are display'd If I survey the ground I tread, 5. There's not a plant or flow'r below 6. Creatures (as num rous as they be) 7. In Heav'n he shines with beams of love; With wrath in hell beneath! 'Tis on his earth I stand or move, 8. His hand is my perpetual guard; SECTION IV. A morning in spring. 1. Lo! the bright, the rosy morning, Calls me forth to take the air: Cheerful spring, with smiles returning, Ushers in the new-born year. 2. Nature now in all her beauty, With her gently-moving tongue. 8. See the ear.y blossoms springing! See the jocund lambkins play' Echoes through the verdant grove: 6. Now their vernal dress assuming, 7. Praise to thee, thou great Creator! 8. For ten thousand blessings giv'n; Sound his praise through earth and heav'n, SECTION V. Heavenly wisdom. 1. How happy is the man who hears And who celestial Wisdom makes 2. For she has treasures greater far And her reward is more secure 3. In her right-hand she holds to view And in her left, the prize of fame FAWCETT 4. She guides the young, with innocence, A crown of glory she bestows 5. According as her labours rise, SECTION VI. The Man of Ross. LOGAK 1. RISE, honest muse! and sing the Man of Ross.- Or in proud falls magnificently lost; But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, 2. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Who taught that heav'n-directed spire to rise? Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue What numbers wish, but want the pow'r to do. POPE SECTION VII. Resignation. 1. WHILE Some in folly's pleasures roll, And seek the joys that hurt the soul; Be mine, that silent calm repast, 2. That tree which bears immortal fruit, That friend, which never fails the just, 8. Come then, my soul, be this thy guest, 5. Though tempests drive me from the shore, 6. Amid the various scene of ills, 7. Peace, rebel thoughts-I'll not complain; |