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Well rewarded, if I spy
To a child five years old. a: FAIREST flower all flowers excelling,
Which in Milton's page we see :
Are, my fair one, types of thee.
Emulate thy damask cheek;
Buds thy op’ning bloom bespeak.
Emblems of a double kind;
Emblems of thy fairer mind.
Blossom, fade, and die away:
Evergreens, which ne'er decay.
In summer so fragrant and gay!
.And they wither and die in a day. 2 Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast,
·Above all the flowers of the field : When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours lost
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield'
3. So frail is the youth and the beauty of men,
Though they bloom and look gay like the rose :
Time kills them as fast as he goes. 4. Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty,
Since both of them wither and fade :
Without our regard or concern:
Some lessons of wisdom might learn.
And for winter they lay up their stores : They manage their work in such regular forms, One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the
And so brought their food within doors.
Nor provide against dangers in time.
If I trifle away all their prime ! 4. Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come,
sins be forgivn: Let me read in good books, and believe and obey;? That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay,
dwell in a palace in Heav'n...
A murning hymn. 1. My God, who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise, And to give light to all below,
Does send him round the skies
2. When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,
never tires, nor stops to rest;
But round the world he shines. 3. So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The bus'ness of the day:
March on my heav'nly way.
Nor let my soạl complain,
Has all been spent in vain.
An evening hymn. 1. And now another day is gone,
I'll sing my Maker's praise :
His providence and grace.
My sins, how great their sum!
And strength for days to come. 8. I lay my b.dy down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,
Their watch around my bed.
Since God will not remove;
The winter's day. 1. WHEN raging storms deform the air,
And clouds of snow descend; And the wide landscape, bright and fair,
No deepen'd colours blend; 2. When biting frost rides on the wind,
Bleak from the north and east, And wealth is at its ease reclin'd,
Prepard to laugh and feast'; :. When the poor trav’ller treads the plain,
All dubious of his way.
And dreads the parting day ; 4. When poverty in vile attire,
Shrinks from the biting blast, Or hovers o'er the pigmy fire,
And fears it will not last; 8. When the fond mother hugs her child
Still closer to her breast;
Scarce feels that it is prest;
Its blessings to the poor;
Compassion and forgiveness. 1. I HEAR the voice of wo;
A brother mortal mourns :
My heart his sighs returns. 2. I hear the thirsty cry;
The famish'd beg for brend:
My hand its bounty shedo
3. And shall not wrath relent,
Touch'd by that humble strain, My brother crying, "I repent,
Nor will offend again ?"
Can hope bear high ny pray'r,
To plead for pardon there?
The ignorance of man. 1. BEHold yon new-born infant griev'd
With hunger, thirst, and pain; That asks to have the wants reliev'd
It knows not to complain.
And utters, as it can,
And speak its nature-inan.
Life's various sorrows try, (Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r ?)
That infant, Lord, am I. 4. A childhood yet my thoughts confess,
Though long in years mature ; Unknowing whence I feel distress,
And where, or what, its cure. 6. Author of good! to thee I turn ;
Thy ever-wakeful eye
Thy hand alone supply.
Thy love my footsteps guide :
That fear all fears beside.
Since oft my stubborn will
And grasps the specious ill