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But still his native country lies
Beyond the bound'ries of the skies.
But never let thy prayer be wealth.
The pleasures of retirement. 1. HAPPY the man, whose wish and care,
A few paternal acres bound: Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground. -2. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire. 3. Blest who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day. 4. Sound sleep by night ; study and ease,
Together mix'd ; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation: 5 Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die,
Tell where I lie.
The Sluggard. 1. 'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
“You have wak’d me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed,
Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. 2. “ A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without
number; And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he stands. 3. I pass'd by his garden, I saw the wild brier,
The thorn, and the thistle, grow broader and higher, The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags,
And his money still wastes, till he starves, or he begs. 4. I made him a visit, still hoping to find
He had ta’en better care for improving his mind :
But he scarce reads the Bible, and never loves thinking. 5. Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me;
That man's but a picture of what I might be :
Creation and Providence. 1. I sing th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise ; That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
The sun to rule the day;
And all the stars obey.
That fill'd the earth with food:
And then pronounc'd them good. 4. Lord! how thy wonders are display'de
Where'er I turn mine eye;
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky ! 5. There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.
Are subject to thy care;
But God is present there.
With wrath in hell beneath ! 'Tis on his earth I stand or move,
And 'tis his air I breathe. 8. His hand is my perpetual guard;
He keeps me with his eye; Why should I then forget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh?
A morning in Spring. 1. Lo! the bright, the rosy morning,
Calls me forth to take the air : Cheerful Spring, with smiles returning,
Ushers in the new born.year. 2. Nature now in all her beauty,
With her gently moving tongue, Prompts me to the pleasing duty,
of a grateful morning song. 3. See the early blossoms springing !
See the jocund lambkins play Hear the lark and linnet singing,
Welcome to the new born day ! 4. Vernal music softly sounding,
Echoes through the verdant grove : Nature now with life abounding,
Swells with harmony and love. 5. Now the kind refreshing showers,
Water all the plains around : Springing grass, and painted flowers,
In the smiling meads abound. 6. Now their vernal dress assuming,
Leafy robes adorn the trees : Odors now the air perfuming,
Sweetly swell the gentle breeze. 7. Praise to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise be thine from every tongue ; Join my soul, with every creature ;
Join the universal song. 8. For ten thousand blessings given ;
For the richest gifts bestow'd ; Sound his praise through earth and heaven; Sound Jehovah's praise aloud ! FAWCETT.
Heavenly wisdom. 1. How happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice; And who celestial Wisdom makes
His early, only choice. 2. For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold; And her reward is more secure
Than is the gain of gold. 3. In her right hand she holds to view,
A length of happy years; And in her left, the prize of fame,
And honor bright appears. 4. She guides the young with innocence,
In pleasure's path to tread : A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
So her rewards increase :
The Man of Ross.
Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow?
Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. 2. Whose causeway parts the sale with shady rows ?
Whose seats the weary traveller repose !
3. Behold the market place with poor o'erspread!
The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread.
The young who labor, and the old who rest. 4. Is any sick ? The Man of Ross relieves,
Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives.
And seek the joys that hurt the soul ;
A peaceful conscience to the last :
Without a canker at the root;
When other friends must quit their trust. 3. Come then, my soul, be this thy guest,
And leave to folly's sons the rest ;
And night shall brighten into day. 4. With this companion in the shade,
My soul no more shall be dismay'd;
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
And foods descend, and billows roar;
My little bark shall brave the storm. 6. Amid the various scene of ills,
Each stroke some kind design fulfils;
When sov'reign Love directs the rod ?
My Father's smiles suspend my pain :
And pour the balm that heals the smart. 8. Though Heaven afflict, I'll not repine ;
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine: