"And of my garden be the pride and joy !
"Ill it befits thee, oh it ill befits

"Acafto's daughter, his, whofe open ftores,
"Though vaft, were little to his ampler heart,
"The father of a country, thus to pick

"The very refufe of those harvest-fields,

"Which from his bounteous friendship I enjoy ! "Then throw that shameful pittance from thy hand, "But ill apply'd to fuch a rugged task;

"The fields, the mafter, all, my Fair! are thine,
"If to the various bleffings which thy houfe
"Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that blifs,
"That dearest blifs, the power of bleffing thee!"
Here ceas'd the youth: yet ftill his fpeaking eye
Exprefs'd the facred triumph of his foul,
With confcious virtue, gratitude, and love,
Above the vulgar joy divinely rais'd.
Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm
Of goodness irresistible, and all

In fweet diforder lost, she blush'd confent.
The news immediate to her mother brought,
While, pierc'd with anxious thought, fhe pin'd away
The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate;

Amaz'd, and fearce believing what he heard,

Joy feiz'd her wither'd veins, and one bright gleam

Of fetting life fhone on her evening hours:
Not lefs enraptur'd than the happy pair;

Who flourish'd long in tender blifs, and rear'd
A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves,
And good, the grace of all the country round.

THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

BY POPE.

FATHER of all! in ev'ry age;

In ev'ry clime ador'd,

By faint, by favage, and by fage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great firft caufe, leaft understood;
Who all my fenfe confin'd

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind.

Yet give me, in this dark eftate,
To fee the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.

What confcience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to fhun,

That, more than heav'n purfue

What bleffings thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away;

For God is paid when man receives, T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted fpan
Thy goodness let me bound,

Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.

Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Prefume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious difcontent,
At aught thy wifdom has deny'd
Or ought thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I fee;

That mercy I to others fhow,

That mercy fhow to me.

Mean though I am, not wholly fo,

Since quick'ned by thy breath; O lead me wherefoe'er I go, Through this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot:

All elfe beneath the fun,

Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whofe temple is all space,
Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies!

One chorus let all being raife!
All nature's incenfe rife!

PROVIDENCE.

AN HYMN

BY

ADDISON.

ΤΗ

HE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a fhepherd's care; His prefence fhall my wants fupply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring fteps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow,
Amid the verdant landfcape flow.

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill;
For thoa, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful fhade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray,
Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile :
The barren wilderness fhall fmile,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams fhall murmur all around.