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SECTION IV.

TO A YOUNG WOMAN, WITH A WATCH.

WHILE this gay toy attracts thy sight,
Thy reason let it warn ;

And seize, my dear, that rapid time,
That never must return.

If idly lost, no art or care
The blessing can restore;

And Heav'n requires a strict account
For ev'ry mispent hour.

Short is our longest day of life,

And soon its prospect ends; Yet on that day's uncertain date, Eternity depends.

But equal to our being's aim,
The space to virtue giv❜n;

And ev'ry minute, well 'improv❜d,
Secures an age in Heav'n.

CARTER.

SECTION V.

VERSES ACCOMPANYING A NOSEGAY.

THOU canst not steal the rose's bloom,

To decorate thy face;

But the sweet blush of modesty,

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These violets scent the distant gale ;
(They grew in lowly bed ;)

So real worth new merit gains,
By diffidence o'erspread.

Nor wilt thou e'er that lily's white,
In thy complexion find;
Yet innocence may shine as fair,
Within thy spotless mind.

Now, in th' op'ning spring of life,
Let ev'ry flow'ret bloom;
The budding virtues in thy breast
Shall yield the best perfume.

This nosegay, in the bosom plae'd,
A moral may convey:

For soon its brightest tints shall fade,
And all its sweets decay.

So short-liv'd are the lovely tribes,
Of Flora's transient reign :
They bud, blow, wither, fall, and die;
Then turn to earth again.

And thus, my dear, must ev'ry charm,
Which youth is proud to share ;
Alike this quick succession prove,
And the same truth declare.

Sickness will change the roseate hue, u

Which glowing health bespeaks; And age will wrinkle with its cares The smile on beauty's cheeks.

But as that fragrant myrtle wreath,

Will all the rest survive;

So shall the mental graces still,
Through endless ages live.

SECTION VI.

DUTIES OF THE MORNING.

SEE the time for sleep has run ;
Rise before or with the sun.
Lift thy hands and humbly pray,
The Fountain of eternal day,
That as the light serenely fair,
Illumines all the tracts of air;
The sacred Spirit so may rest,
With quick'ning beams upon thy breast;
And kindly clean it all within,

From darker blemishes of sin;

And shine with grace until we view
The realm it gilds with glory too.
See the day that dawns in air,
Brings along its toil and care.
From the lap of night it springs,
With heaps of business on its wings:
Prepare to meet them in a mind,
That bows submissively resign'd;
That would to works appointed fall:
That knows that God has order'd all.
And whether, with a small repast,
We break the sober morning fast;

Or in our thoughts and houses lay
The future methods of the day;
Or early walk abroad to meet
Our business with industrious feet;
Whate'er we think, whate'er we do,
His glory still be kept in view.
0, Giver of eternal bliss,
Heav'nly Father, grant me this!
Grant it to all, as well as me,
All whose hearts are fix'd on thee;
Who revere thy son above;

Who thy sacred Spirit love!

SECTION VII.

PARNELL.

THE MIND TO BE CULTIVATED,

HEAR, ye fair mothers of our isle,
Nor scorn your poet's homely style.
What tho' my thoughts be quaint or new,
I'll warrant that my doctrine's true :
Or if my sentiments be old,
Remember truth is sterling gold.

You judge it of important weight,
To keep your rising offspring straight:
For this such anxious moments feel,
And ask the friendly aid of steel;
For this import the distant cane,
Or slay the monarch of the main.
And shall the soul be warp'd aside
By passion, prejudice and pride?

Deformity of heart I call
The worst deformity of all.
Your cares to body are confin'd;
Few fear obliquity of mind.
Why not adorn the better part?
This is a nobler theme for art.
For what is form or what is face,
But the soul's index, or its case?
Now take a simile at hand;
Compare the mental soil to land.
Shall fields be till'd with annual care,
And minds lie fallow ev'ry year?
O since the crop depends on you,
Give them the culture which is due:
Hoe ev'ry weed, and dress the soil;
So harvest shall repay your toil.

If human minds resemble trees, (As ev'ry moralist agrees,)

Prune all the stragglers of your vine,
Then shall the purple clusters shine.
The gard'ner knows, that fruitful life
Demands his salutary knife:
For ev'ry wild luxuriant shoot,

Or robs the bloom, or starves the fruit.

COTTON.

SECTION VIII.

DEPENDENCE ON PROVIDENCE.

REGARD the world with cautious eye,

Nor raise your expectations high.

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