PITY the forrows of a poor old man! Whofe trembling limbs have borue him to your Whofe days are dwindled to the shortest span, These tatter'd cloaths my poverty bespeak, Yon houfe, erected on the rifing ground, And grandeur a magnificent abode. (Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor!) Oh! take me to your hofpitable dome! Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold! Short is my paffage to the friendly tomb, For I am poor and niiferably old. Should I reveal the fource of ev'ry grief, Heaven fends misfortunes-why fhould we repine? A little farm was my paternal lot; Then like the lark I fprightly hail'd the morn; My daughter once the comfort of my age! My tender wife-sweet foother of my care! And left the world to wretchednefs and me. Pity the forrows of a poor old man ; Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whofe days are dwindled to the fhortest span, Oh! give relief and Heaven will blefs your ftore. HYMN TO BENEVOLENCE. BY BLACKLOCK. HAIL! fource of transport ever new; Too vaft for little minds to know, Daughter of God! delight of man! Which still thy hand fuftains: By thee fweet Peace her empire fpread, Fair Science rais'd her laurell'd head, And Discord gnash'd in chains. Far as the painted fun-beam flies Through peopled earth and starry skies All nature owns thy nod; We fee its energy prevail Through being's ever-rifing fcale, By thee infpir'd, the gen'rous breaft, With goodness large and free, Delights the widow's tears to ftay, To teach the blind their smootheft way, And aid the feeble knee. O come! and o'er my bofom reign, Each low, each felfish with controul; If from thy facred paths I turn, Banish'd from God, from blifs, and thee, ON THE DEATH OF STELLA. A PASTORAL. INSCRIBED TO HER SISTER. "See on those ruby lips the trembling breath, "Thofe cheeks now faded at the blaft of death; "Cold is that breast which warm'd the world before, "And those love-darting eyes fhall roll no more." POPE. NOW purple ev'ning ting'd the blue ferene, O thou! by ftronger ties than blood ally'd, *A Lady diftinguished for every perfonal grace and qualification of mind which could adorn her fex and nat ture. |