“ In what fequefter’d desert, halt thou drawn “ The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? “ Into fuch beauty spread, and blown so fair, “ Though poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain, “ Beat keen and heavy on thy tender years ? " O let me now into a richei Toil “ Transplant thee safe! where vernal suns and show'rs “ Diffuse their warmest, largest influence; “ And of my garden be the pride and joy! « Ill it befits thee, oh, it ill befits “ Acasto's daughter, his, whose open stores, “ Though vast, were little to his ampler heart, - The father of a country, thus to pick “ The very refuse 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 talk; “ The fields, the master, all, my Fair, are thine, “ If to the various blessings which thy house “ Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that bliss, “ That dearest blifs, the power of blessing thee !"

Here ceas’d the youth: but still his speaking eye Express’d the secret triumph of his soul, With conscious 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 sweet disorder lost, she blush'd consent. The news immediate to her mother brought, While pierc'd with anxious thought, she pin’d away The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate; Amaz’d, and scarce believing what fhe heard, Joy teiz'd her wither'd veins, and one bright gleam

Of setting life flione on her evening hours :
Not less enraptur'd than the happy pair,
Who flourish'd long in tender blits, 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 5

In ev'ry clime ador’d,
By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !

Thou great first cause, least understood,

Who all my sense confin'd,
To know but this, that thou art good

And that myself am blind.

Yet

gave me in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to Thun,

That, more than Heav'n pursue.

What blessings 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 span

Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round.

Let not this weak, unknowing hand,

Presume 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 discontent
At aught thy wisdom has deny’d,

Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I fee; That'mercy I to others Thew,

That inercy shew to me.

Mean though I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken'd 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 else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, kies! One chorus let all beings raise!

All Nature's incense rise !

PROVIDENCE,

ẢN HYMN.

BY ADDISON.

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a fhepherd's care ! His presence Mall my wants tipply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walk he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

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When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads :
Where peaceful rivers, soft and Now,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspreau,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful Niade,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I Itray,
Thy bounty Mall my pains beguile :
The barren wilderness Thall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams Thall inurmur all around.