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There is, who deems all climes, all feasons fair,
She finds in winter many a scene to please;
She marks th' advantage ftorms and clouds beftow,
She bids for all our grateful praise arise,
To Him whofe mandate spake the world to form; Gave spring's gay bloom, and fummer's chearful skies, And autumn's corn-clad field and winter's founding ftorm.
ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE.
ON lucid beam revives the verdant field, That bounteous nature may her increase yield, The hill, the dale, the purling currents prove, The warmth and power of God's diffusive love; No fav'rite mead can boast a partial care, But all alike his genial influence share.
A FATHER'S SOLILOQUY OVER HIS DEAD CHILD.
EAR infant babe! thou lovely fmiling boy, firft pledge of pure joy;
Thou spring of pleasure, thou dear fource of pain, My child, my ISAAC, thus untimely flain!
Thou gracious answer to a father's prayers!
Forever gone !---no ;--- cease the plaintive moan,
O loit'ring death! come wing thy deftin'd way,
And thou dear babe! with tending angels wait
LIN E S
WRITTEN AFTER HEARING A SERMON PREACHED
THOU, THEREFORE, ENDURE HARDNESS AS A GOOD SOLDIER
O fhew the matchlefs worth of truth divine,
Teach what is RIGHT, and fhew them what is WROng.
Hence, reason's boafting fons, no more exclaim,
The charge is falfe---why, impious, thus deride?
But yet more kind, he bids thee not despair, And mildly tells thee of a SAVIOUR's care; Shews what he is, for whom he liv'd and dy'd, For what he suffer'd, and why crucify'd. I hear him fay---" For wretches worse than you, "He cry'd, Forgive, they know not what they do : "For guilty fouls, who, bold rejoicing stood, "With impious hands to fhed THEIR SAVIOUR'S "For thefe, for you, for all the happy race, [blood; "Who live the fubjects of redeeming grace."
ON THE ENTRANCE OF A NEW YEAR.
REAT God! to thee what gratitude I owe, Thou fource of ALL that I enjoy below; Paft bleffings not thy gracious care fuffice, New mercies ftill with each new moment rife; Nor this the leaft (for which my thanks I pay). To live to fee another new-year's day!
With the old year, may the OLD MAN be gone,
A MORAL ODE.
AIL, glorious AUTHOR of creation's frame ! In all things various, yet in all the fame. Whom nature owns her fountain, and her end; Creation's FATHER, and his creature's FRIEND. Once more revolv'd, revolving periods prove Thy dread inspection and thy watchful love; Whofe quick'ning Sp'rit ftill animates our breath, Defends from danger, or preserves from death. By pain inftructed, or from pain secur❜d, Unhoped averted, or in hope endur’d. Held yet in life, tho' oft of strength bereft, Behold, "one taken, and another left!" Stupendous act, that mocks created ken! Alike abftrufe to feraphs and to men. Why, this permitted; or, why that decreed; The murderer riots, and the guiltless bleed. Why, confcious virtue fees her foes prevail, While juftice lingering---aids the rifing scale. Why, deeper ftill, the men of guilt should find, E'en rigorous vengeance placable or kind : And why, revers'd, the moral proud may feel, E'en mercy reckless, and themselves in hell!
Say ye, who can (if fuch as can, there be) What meaneth this, and whence the mystery? Go, fpan the mountains, and exhauft the clouds, Or, bind their influence, and repel the floods.