Well rewarded, if I spy SECTION VIII. To a child five years old. 1. FAIREST flower all flowers excelling, Mark, my Polly, how the roses But, dear girl, both flowers and beauty SECTION IX. The Rose. How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flow'r! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, 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: For all our fond care to preserve them is vain 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: But gain a good name by performing my duty SECTION X. The Ant. 1. THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes! Yet as wise as we are, if we went to their school, Some lessons of wisdom might learn. WATTS 2. They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play, But gather up corn in a sun-shiny day, 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 storms; And so brought their food within doors. 3. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, 4. Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiv'n: Let me read in good books, and believe and obey;! That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay, Ι may dwell in a palace in Heav'n.... WATTS SECTION XI. A morning hymn. 1. Mr God, who makes the sun to know And to give light to all below, 2. When from the chambers of the east He never tires, nor stops to rest; 3. So, like the sun, would I fulfil 4. Give me, O Lord, thy early grace; That the young morning of my days SECTION XII. An evening hymn. 1. AND now another day is gone 2. But how my childhood runs to waste! 3. I lay my body down to sleep; And through the hours of darkness keep 4. With cheerful heart I close my eyes, And in the morning let me rise, WATTS SECTION XIII. The winter's day. 1. WHEN raging storms deform the air, And the wide landscape, bright and fair, 2. When biting frost rides on the wind, . When the poor trav'ller treads the plain, All dubious of his way. And crawls with night-increasing pain, 4. When poverty in vile attire, . When the fond mother hugs her child 6. Then let your bounteous hand extend Nor spurn the wretched, while they bend SECTION XIV. Compassion and forgiveness. 1. I HEAR the voice of wo; A brother mortal mourns: My eyes with tears, for tears o'erflow; 2. I hear the thirsty cry; The famish'd beg for bread: O let my spring its streams supply; 3. And shall not wrath relent, 4. How else, on sprightly wing, で SECTION XV. The ignorance of man. 1. BEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd 2. Aloud the speechless suppliant cries, The woes that in its bosom rise, 3. That infant, whose advancing hour (Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r ?) 4. A childhood yet my thoughts confess, 5. Author of good! to thee I turn ; Alone can all my wants discern; 6. O let thy fear within me dwell; 7. And oh! by error's force subdu'd,, |