res Father of light (then I cried) esten win dan would not wander from

1. diss. reimbush my pride;

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Forget my frailties, thou art also frail;
Forgive my lapses, for thyself may'st fall:
Nor read, unmov'd, my artless tender tale,
I was a friend, oh man! to thee, to all.

"O pity, great Father of light! (then I cried) Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee!

Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride;

From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free."

And darkness and doubt are now flying away;
No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn :
So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray,
The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn :
See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending,
And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom?

On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,

And Beauty Immortal awakes from the tomb.

EPITAPH ON THE AUTHOR.

BY HIMSELF.

ESCAP'D the gloom of mortal life, a soul

Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay, Safe, where no cares their whelming billows roll, No doubts bewilder, and no hopes betray.

Like thee, I once have stem'd the sea of life; Like thee, have languish'd after empty joys; Like thee, have labour'd in the stormy strife; Been griev'd for trifles, and amus'd with toys.

Yet, for awhile, 'gainst passion's threatful blast Let steady reason urge the struggling oar; Shot through the dreary gloom, the morn at last Gives to thy longing eye the blissful shore.

Forget my frailties, thou art also frail;
Forgive my lapses, for thyself may'st fall:
Nor read, unmov'd, my artless tender tale,
I was a friend, oh man! to thee, to all.

"O pity, great Father of light! (then I cried) Thy creature, who fain would not wander from Thee!

Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride;

From doubt and from darkness thou only canst free."

And darkness and doubt are now flying away;
No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn :
So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray,
The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn :
See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending,
And Nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom?
On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are
blending,

And Beauty Immortal awakes from the tomb.

EPITAPH ON THE AUTHOR.

BY HIMSELF.

ESCAP'D the gloom of mortal life, a soul

Here leaves its mouldering tenement of clay, Safe, where no cares their whelming billows roll, No doubts bewilder, and no hopes betray.

Like thee, I once have stem'd the sea of life; Like thee, have languish'd after empty joys; Like thee, have labour'd in the stormy strife; Been griev'd for trifles, and amus'd with toys.

Yet, for awhile, 'gainst passion's threatful blast Let steady reason urge the struggling oar; Shot through the dreary gloom, the morn at last Gives to thy longing eye the blissful shore.