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He knows the worthy from the vilė,
And sends his mercies down :
Or to provoke bis frown.
Great God! and since thy piercing eye.
My inmost heart can see, Teach me from ev'ry sin to fly,
And turn that heart to thee.
DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS,
Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims,
For all the pious dead;
And soft their sleeping bed.
How kind their slumbers are!
And freed from ev'ry snare.
Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord ; The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
Of all the pious christians dead,
May we the footsteps trace;
We dwell before thy face.
EPITAPH ON A POOR BUT HONEST MAN,
Stop, reader, here, and deign a look
On one without a name;
Of fortune or of fame,
Studious of peace, he hated strife,
Meek virtues fill'd his breast;
“ An honest heart,"-bis crest.
Quarter'd therewith was innocence ;
And thus bis motto ran :
Before both God and man."
In the great day of wrath, tho' pride
Now scorns bis pedigree;
To this great family.
AN OLD BEGGAR MAN.
I see an old man sitting there,
Old man, why are you sttting so?
Ah, master! in the world so wide
When I, like you, was young and gay,
And so, instead of being taught
And now that I am old and gray,
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
Who sat and watch'd myinfant head,
My Mother. Who drest my doll in clothes so gay, And taught me prettily to play, And minded all I had to say ?
My Mother, Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother, Who taught my infant lips to pray, And love God's holy book and day, And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother.. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother. Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear; And, if God please my life to spare, I hope I shall reward thy care,
Whey thou art seeble, old, and gray,
My Mother. For God, who lives above the skies, Would look, with vengeance in his eyes, If I should ever dare despise,
Who took me from my Mother's arms,
My Fatber. Who climbed with me the mountain's height, And watch'd my looks of dread delight, While rose the glorious orb of light ?