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"And of my garden be the pride and joy!
"Ill it befits thee, oh it ill befits

"Acafto's daughter, his, whofe open ftores,
"Though vaft, were little to his ampler heart,
"The father of a country, thus to pick

"The very refufe of thofe harveft-fields,

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"Which from his bounteous friendship I enjoy ! "Then throw that fhameful pittance from thy hand, "But ill apply'd to fuch a rugged task;

"The fields, the mafter, all, my Fair! are thine, "If to the various bleffings which thy houfe "Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that blifs, "That dearest blifs, the power of bleffing thee!" Here ceas'd the youth: yet ftill his speaking eye Exprefs'd the facred triumph of his foul, 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 diforder loft, fhe blufh'd confent.

The news immediate to her mother brought,
While, pierc'd with anxious thought, fhe pin'd away
The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate;

Amaz'd, and scarce believing what she heard,

Joy feizd her wither'd veins, and one bright gleam

Of fetting life shone on her evening hours:
Not lefs enraptur'd than the happy pair;

Who flourish'd long in tender blifs, 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;

In ev'ry clime ador'd,

Py faint, by favage, and by fage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great firft caufe, leaft understood;

Who all my fenfe confin'd

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind.

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To fee the good from ill;
And binding nature faft in fate,
Left free the human will.

What confcience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to fhun,

That, more than heav'n pursue.

What bleffings thy free bounty gives, Let me not caft 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 Prefume 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 difcontent,

At aught thy wisdom has deny'd
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woc,
To hide the fault I fee;

That mercy I to others show,

That mercy fhow to me.

Mean though I am, not wholly fo,
Since quick'ned 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 elfe beneath the fun,

Thou know'ft if best bestow'd'or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whofe temple is all space,
Whofe altar, earth, fea, skies!

One chorus let all being raife!
All nature's incenfe rife!

PROVIDENCE.

Br

AN HYMN

ADDIS 0 N.

THE Lord my pafture. fhall prepare,
And feed me with a fhepherd's care;
His prefence fhall my wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he fhall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

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When in the fultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring fteps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and flow,
Amid the verdant landfcape flow.

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray,,
Thy bounty fhall my pains beguile :
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams fhall murmur all around.

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