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Before him spread his various sermons.lay,
Of explanation deep, and sage advice ;
The fruit of learning bought with heavy price.
On these he cast a fond, but tearful eye,
Awhile he paus’d, for sorrow dimm'd his sight ; Arous'd at lengih, he heav'd a bitter sigh,
And thus complain'd, as well indeed he might :
* Hard is the scholar's lot, condemnd to sail
Unpatroniz'd, o'er Life's tempestuous wave; “ Clouds blind his sight; nor blows a friendly gale,.
• To waft him to one port-except the grave.
“ Big with presumptive hope, I launch'd my keel,
“ With youthful ardour, and bright science fraught, “ Unanxious of the pains long doom'd to feel,
“ Unthinking that th' voyage might end in nought.. “ Pleas'd on the summer sea, I danc'd awhile,
“ With gay companions, and, with views as fair;"Outstripp'd by these, I'm left to humble toil,
My fondest hope abandon'd in despair.
ambitious mind been led to rise “ To highest flights, tu Crosier, and to Pall.. “ Scarce could I mourn the missing of the prize,
" For soring wishes well deserve their fall.
" No tow'ring thoughts like these engag'd my breast,
“ I hop'd (nor blame, ye proud, the lowly plan) “ Some little cove, some parsonage of rest,
“ The scheme of duty. suited to the man:
" Where, in my narrow sphere secure, at ease,
“From vile dependence free, I might remain, “ The guide to good, the counsellor of peace,
“ The friend, the shepherd, of the village swain.
• Yet cruel Fate deny'd the small request,
“ And bound me fást, in one ill-omen'd hour,
“In distant chapels hastily to pray,
“Nor circumscrib'd in dignity alone,
“ Do I my rich superior's vassal ride; “ Sad penury, as was in cottage kown,
“ With all its frowns, does o'er my roof preside. " Ah! not for me the harvest yields its store,
“ The bough-crown'd shock in vain attraçts mine eye; “ To labour doum'd, and destin'd lo be poor,
"I pass the field, I hope not envious, by. “ When at the altar, surplice-clad, I stand,
« The bridegroom's joy draws forth the golden fee; “ The gift I take, bat dare not close my hand; “ The splendid present centres not in me."
THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.
VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
With sounds seraphic ring:
O Death! where is thy sting?
TO-MORROW, didst thou say! Methought I heard Floratio say, To-morrow. Go to- I will not hear of it-to-morrow! 'Tis a sharper who stakes his penury Against thy plenty~who takes thy ready cash, And pays thee nought, but wishes, hopes, and promises, The currency of idiots. Injurious bankrupt, That gu!ls the easy creditor!-To-morrow! It is a period no where to be found In all the hoary registers of time, Unless perchance in the fool's calendar. Wisdoni disclaims the word, nor holds society With those who own it. No, my Horatio, 'Tis Fancy's child, and Folly is its father; Wrought of such stuff as dreams are; and baseless As the fantastic visions of the evening. But soft, my friend, arrest the present moments; For be assur'd, they all are arrant tell-tales; And though their flight be silent, and their path trackless As the wing'd couriers of the air,
They post to Heaven, and there record thy folly~-
the present instant, dear Horatio;.
THE CREATION REQUIRED TO PRAISE ITS.
Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay!
And praise th' Almighty's name:
To swell th' inspiring theme.
Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Ye scenes divinely fair!
And breath'd the fluid air.
Ye angels catch the thrilling sound!
His boundless mercy sing:
And touch the sweetest string.,
Join, ye lond spheres, the vocal choir;
The mighty chorus aid:
And praise him in the shade.
Thou heav'n of hear'ns, his vast abode; Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who calld yon worlds from night: “Ye shades, dispel!”-th' Eternal said; At once th' involving darkness fled,
And Nature sprung to light.
Whate'er a blooming world contains,
United praise bestow;
Ye swelling deeps below.
To him who bids you'roll.: His praise in softer notes declare, Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.