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THE GOOD EXAMPLE,
Jesus Christ, my Lord and Sayiour,
Once became a child like me : Oh, that in my whole behaviour,
He my pattern still might be.
All my pature is unholy
Pride and passion dwell within ; But the Lord was meek and lowly,
And was never known to sin.
While I'm often vainly trying
Some new pleasure to possess ; He was always self-denying
Patient in his worst distress.
Lord, assist a feeble creature;
Guide me by thy word of truth; Condescend to be my teacher
Through my childhood and my youth.
Often I shall be forgetful
Of the lessons thou hast taughtĮdle, passionate, and fretful,
Or indulging foolish thought.
Then permit me not to harden
In my sin, and be content; But bestow a gracious pardon,
And assist me to repent.
i HAVE found out a gift for my fair ;
'Tis a nest where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me that plunder forbear
She will say 'tis a barbarous deed.
For he ne'er can be true, slie averr’d,
Who can rob a poor bird of its young;
Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
THE NEGRO BOY.
[The African Prince, who was some years ago iré
England, being asked what he had given for his
And selfish views alone bear sway ;
Alas! for this poor simple toy,
His father's hope, his mother's pride,
Tho' black, yet comely to their view;
And gave him to a ruffian crew;
To fiends that Afric's coast annoy,
From parents, friends, and country torn,
His tender limbs in chains confin'd,
But still, to gain this simple toy,
In isles that deck the western wave,
I doom'd the hapless youth to dwell :
And in their cruel tasks employ
His wretched parents long shall mourn,
Shall long explore the distant main,
They never shall the sight enjoy
Beneath a tyrant's barsh command,
He wears away his youthful prime, Far distant from
No pleasing thoughts his mind employ-
But He who walks upon the wind,
Whose voice in thunder's heard on bigh.
In his own time will sure destroy
Now, for a while, aside I'll lay
I am the creature of the Lord ;
What business then should I attend,
Sure it consists in this alone,
Far from the narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
Fair distant land—could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!
There pain and sickness never come ;
There grief no more complains; Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And purest pleasure reigns.
No malice, strise, or envy, there,
The sons of peace molest; But harmony, and love sincere,
Fill ev'ry happy breast.