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Fain would I say, ' Forgive my foul offence!'
Fain promise never more to disobey ; But, should my Author health again dispense,
Again I might desert fair virtue's way; Again in folly's path might go astray:
Again exalt the brute and sink the man ; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray,
Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet to temptation ran?
O Thou, great Governor of all below!
If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee, Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,
Or still the tumult of the raging sea : With that controlling pow'r assist ev'n me,
Those headlong furious passions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my powers to be,
To rule their torrent in the allowed line ; 0, aid me with thy help, Omnipotence Divine !
LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE ONE
NIGHT, THE AUTHOR LEFT
THE FOLLOWING VERSES
IN THE ROOM WHERE JE SLEPT.
I know thou wilt me hear :
I make my pray’r sincere.
Long, long, be pleas'd to spare!
And show what good men are.
She, who her lovely offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears, 0, bless her with a mother's joys,
But spare a mother's tears!
In manhood's dawning blush ;
Up to a parent's wish!
With earnest tears I pray,
Guide thou their steps alway!
VI. When soon or late they reach that coast,
O’er life's rough ocean (lriv'n, May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost,
A family in Heav'n!
THE FIRST PSALM.
The man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!
Nor from the seat of scornful pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe
Still walks before his God.
That man shall flourish like the trees
Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high,
And firm the root below.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast, And like the rootless stubble, tost
Before the sweeping blast.
For why? that God the good adore
Hath giv'n them peace and rest, But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly st.
UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH.
O Thou Great Being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know :
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Obey thy high behest.
Sure thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath! 0, free my weary eyes from tears,
Or close them fast in death!
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design ;
To bear and not repine!
FIRST SIX VERSES OF THE NINETIETH
Of all the human race !
Their stay and dwelling place!
Before the mountains heav'd their heads
Beneath thy forming hand, Before this pond'rous globe itself,
Arose at thy command ;
That pow'r which rais'd and still upholds
This universal frame,
Was ever still the same.
Those mighty periods of years
Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before thy sight
Than yesterday that's past.
Thou giv'st the word : thy creature, man,
Is to existence brought:
• Return ye into nought!
'Thou layest them, with all their cares,
In everlasting sleep ;
With overwhelming sweep.
They flourish like the morning flow'r,
In beauty's pride array'd ;
All wither'd and decay'd.