and force to his exertions on every great occafion. It adds double weight to all the abilities of which he is poffeffed. It even fupplies the place of those abilities of which he is defective. They who oppose him are obliged to honour him; they look up to him with a fecret awe, as to one who moves above them in a fuperior sphere; regardless of their good or ill opinion, of their promises or their threatnings: like one of those celestial luminaries, which holds its course through its orbit without being affected by any commotions among the elements below.

FATHER

CHAPTER VII.

FATHER

ATHER of all in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,

By 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 eftate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding Nature fast 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 cast away;

For God is paid when Man receives,

T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet

Yet not to earth's contracted fpan
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 ftay;
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 wifdom has deny'd
Or aught thy goodness lent..

Teach me to feel another's wo,
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 quicken'd by thy breath;

Oh lead me wherefoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death.

This

This day be bread and peace my lot
All elfe beneath the fun,
Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

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

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

CHAPTER VIII.

Invidious Grave! how doft thou rend in funder Whom love has knit, and sympathy made one; A tie, more stubborn far than nature's band! Friendship! myfterious cement of the foul, Sweet'ner of life, and folder of fociety!

I owe thee much. Thou haft deferv'd from me
Far, far, beyond what I can ever pay.

Oft have I prov'd the labours of thy love,
And the warm efforts of the gentle heart,
Anxious to please. Oh! when my friend and I,
In some thick wood, have wander'd heedlefs on,
Hid from the vulgar eye, and fat us down
Upon the floping cowflip-cover'd bank,
Where the pure limpid stream has flid along,
In graceful murmurs thro' the under-wood,

Sweet

Sweet murmuring! methought the fhrill-tongu'd

[thrush
Mended his fong of love; the footy blackbird
Mellow'd his pipe, and foften'd ev'ry note;
The eglantine fmell'd fwecter; and the rofe
Aflum'd a dye more deep; whilst ev'ry flow'r
Vy'd with its fellow plant in luxury

Of drefs. Oh! then the longeft fummer's day
Seem'd too, too, much in hafte: ftill the full heart
Had not imparted half: 'twas happiness
Too exquifite to laft. Of joys departed
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.

CHAPTER IX.

THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds flowly o'er the lea; The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight,
And all the air a folemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl doth to the moon complain
Of, fuch as wand'ring near her secret bower
Moleft her ancient, folitary reign.

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