5. Ye Stars that fix'd the Heavens adorn, And ye 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 praife, 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 fpread.
8. Beft Emblem of that Infinite,
Who out of Darkness call'd up Light; Who in his Bounty ceafelefs flows,
To blefs his Friends, to cheer his Foes.
9. Moon, that now meet'ft 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 ye his influence wide convey; Let Nature in her changing Round By you his Honours high refound.
11. Him praife, Air, Meteors, Vapours all, That now in Show'rs moft fruitful fall; Now painted by the Hand divine, In Clouds of Gold all beauteous fhine.
2. Ye Winds, in Whispers speak his Praise, And when in Storms your Voice ye 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 pay the Debt you owe; Bear on your Wings, ye Birds, his Praife, And mounting fing 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 fpread.
15. Ye Chief, for whom Earth teeming fmiles; And Heaven with choiceft Gifts distills; Ye Head on this terrestrial Ball, "Crown the great Hymn," be Tongue for all,
16. Max, raise thy Voice above the reft, Let Gratitude inspire thy Breast; Thy Heart and Voice each Morning raise To fing thy Maker's matchless Praife.
The LORD's PRAYER in Verfe.
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 Knec. On Adam's Sons thy Spirit fhed,
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 forfake. 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, flutt'ring, tuneful Bird,, Morning's Herald, thou art heard'
Waiting when the God of Day Shall afcend his Heavenly Way: Ere he gilds the Mountain's Top, Darting feebler Beams aflope, Thou ambitious prun'ft thy Wing. Thus prepar'd thy Song to fing; To thy Maker's lofty Praife, Who the feather'd Tribe arrays, And infpires their warbling Throats, i With Ten Thousand diff'rent Notes: Soaring high thou dost prolong,
With fwelling Throat, thy matin Song; "Till thou'rt loft to human Sight, In thy fteady, arduous Flight: Mounting still thou art not tir'd, Nearest Heaven art most inspir'd, As tho' longing to be one
Of the Hoft around the Throne,
Who in finging never tire,
Whilst they strike th' immortal Lyre. Pretty Bird thy Song must end, Thou to Earth again defcend; Singing ftill thy very best, Down thou droppeft 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 my
Where to fink, and how to rise,
Thou my Pattern fhalt advise.
*The fading Rofe: Or, Sylvia inftructed.
OVELY, blushing, prickly Rose, Emblem juft of human Woes;
Emblem too of all the Joys That our Sorrows counterpoife. Thou with Thorn encompast art, Such the Joys of human Heart. Short thy Beauty, drest 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 fure to spoil thy Shape.
Published in Martin's Magazine.
In thy Prime I faw thee laft, Now I fee thy Beauty past: Thou who wert so fresh, so gay, Wilt not fee thy Yefterday. What To-morrow thou fhalt be, I fhall never care to fee.
From thy Fate I'll ftrive to learn What may to Advantage turn: Youth and Beauty will decay; Time and Death foon call away. Charms enduring I will feek, 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 fmiles in endless Youth.
Waking out of a frightful Dream.
HERE am I now? my Head turns round- This fure can never be the Ground-
Do I ftill breathe? or am I dead? Or do I dream? Is this my Bed? Methinks 'tis fo-but I'm not fure- Oh here's my Pillow!-I'm fecure- Just now it did all real feem,
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;
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