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5. Ye Stars that fix'd the Heavens adorn, And
that usher in the Morn,
Ye wand'ring Fires, where'er ye rove,
Proclaim that Power by which ye move.
6. Thou Sun, both Eye and quick’ning Soul
Of this great World from Pole to Pole,
Thy greater Maker chearful praise,
Who gave thee all thy golden Rays.
7. Him praise, whilft climbing in thy Might,
And when thou gain'ft thy Noon-tide Height;
When finking in thy wat'ry Bed,
O'er gilded Waves his Glories spread.
8. Best Emblem of that Infinite,
Who out of Darkness call'd up Light;
Who in his Bounty ceaseless flows,
To bless his Friends, to cheer his Foes.
2. Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun,
And now his nearer Beams doft shun,
Praise him who all thy Wand'rings guides,
And bade thee rule the swelling Tides.
10. Ye Elements, his Praise Display, Whilft
his influence wide convey ; Let Nature in her changing Round By you his Honours high resound.
11. Him praise, Air, Meteors, Vapours all,
That now in Show'rs most fruitful fall;
Now painted by the Hand divine,
In Clouds of Gold all beauteous shine.
I 2. Ye Winds, in Whispers speak his Praise,
And when in Storms
raise, Ye Plants, ye Pines of lofty Brow,
Your Heads in Sign of Rev'rence bow, 13. Ye Fountains, warbling as ye flow, In Murmurs
the Debt you owe ;
Bear on your Wings, ye Birds, his Praise,
And mounting sing your sweetest Lays. 14. Fishes, that gliding cut the Seas,
And ye whom Earth doth better please,
Who lowly creep, or stately tread,
Your Maker's Honours joyous spread.
15. Ye Chief, for whom Earth teeming smiles;
And Heaven with choiceft Gifts diftills
i Ye Head on this terrestrial Ball, “ Crown the great Hymn," be Tongue for all,
16. Mar, raise thy Voice above the rest,
Let Gratitude inspire thy Breast;
Thy Heart and Voice each Morning raiso
To sing thy Maker's matchless Praise.
The LORD's PRAYER in Verse.
ATHER of all! thou God alone ;.
In Heaven is plac'd thy lofty Throne.
Thy facred Name revered be
By ev'ry Heart, and Tongue, and Knee.
On Adam's Sons thy Spirit shed,
Thus thro' the World thy Kingdom spread.
May Men on Earth obey thy Will
As chearful Angels it fulfil.
To us our daily Bread impart,
And with our Bread the thankful Heart,
Our Sins forgive; and may we learn
Like thee to pardon in our Turn.
Let no Temptation us o’ertake,
And ev'ry Sin may we forsake.
Our pow'rful Guardian always prove,
And threat'ning Evil far remove.
The Kingdom, Glory, and the Power
Are thine both now and evermore.
RETTY, Autt'ring, tuneful Bird,
Morning's Herald, thou art heard
Waiting when the God of Day
Shall ascend his Heavenly Way:
Ere he gilds the Mountain's Top,
Darting feebler Beams aflope,
Thou ambitious prun'st thy Wing.
Thus, prepar’d thy Song to sing ;
To thy Maker's lofty Praise,
Who the feather'd Tribe arrays,
And inspires their waibling Throats, i
With Ten Thousand diff'rent Notes:
Soaring high thou dost prolong,
With swelling Throat, thy matin Song ;
'Till thou’rt lost to human Sight,
In thy steady, arduous Flight:
Mounting still thou art not tir'd,
Nearest Heaven art most inspir'd,
As tho' longing to be one
Of the Host around the Throne,
Who in singing never tire,
Whilst they strike th' immortal Lyre.
Pretty Bird thy Song must end,
Thou to Earth again descend;
Singing still thy very best,
Down thou droppest to thy Neft.
Tuneful Bird, to be like thee,
My Ambition it shall be ;
With each Grace, within poffeft,
Low, like thee, I'd build
Neft: Where to fink, and how to rise, Thou my Pattern thalt advise. )
* The fading Rose : Or, Sylvia instructed.
OVELY, blushing, prickly Rose,
Emblem just of human Woes;
Emblem too of all the Joys
That our Sorrows counterpoise.
Thou with Thorn encompast art,
Such the Joys of human Heart.
Short thy Beauty, drejt so fine,
Fully blown thou dost decline.
Mine's the Beauty of an Hour,
Like to thine, thou fading Flower.
Man impatient, will not stop,
Thee, but opening, he will crop.
Canker, Snails, and clatt’ring Hail,
Spite of Charms will oft prevail.
Foes like these, should'st thou escape,
Time is sure to spoil thy Shape.
* Published in Martin's Magazine.
In thy Prime I saw thee last,
Now I see thy Beauty past :
Thou who wert so fresh, so gay,
Wilt not see thy Yefterday.
What To-morrow thou shalt be,
I shall never care to see.
From thy Fate I'n strive to learn
What may to Advantage turn :
Youth and Beauty will decay;
Time and Death foon call away.
Charms enduring I will seek,
Which outvie the rofy Cheek.
Charms which all internal are,
Charms which make e'en Old-age fair.
Virtue, dreft by Heav'n-born Truth,
Blooms and smiles in endless Youth,
Waking out of a frightful Dream.
THERE am I now? my Head turns roundo
This sure can never be the Ground
Do I still breathe? or am I dead?
Or do I dream? Is this
Methinks 'tis fo-but I'm not sure.co
Oh here's my Pillow ! I'm secure-
Just now it did all real seem,
This Minute tells me 'tis a Dream:
The dreadful Precipice is gone,
Which I fo lately hung upon ;
With aching Heart and tott'ring Feet,
Seeking in vain for a Retreat;
When down I flipt, with all my Care,
And headlong fell thro' yielding Air ;