In summer so fragrant and gay y!

But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour,
And they wither and die in a day.

2. Yet the rose has one pow'rful virtue to boast,
Above all the flow'rs of the field:

When its leaves are all dead, and fine colours lost,
Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!

3. So frail is the youth and beauty of men,

Tho' they bloom and look gay like the rose; For all our fond care to preserve them is vain ; Time kills them as fast as he goes.

4. Then I'll not be proud of my youth or my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade;

But gain a good name by performing my duty:
This will scent like a rose, when I'm dead. WATTS

SECTION X.
The Ant.

1. THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes!
We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies,
Without our regard or concern:

Yet as wise as we are, if we went to their school,
There's many a sluggard, and many a fool,

Some lessons of wisdom might learn.

2. They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play. But gather up corn in a sun shiny day,

And for winter they lay up their stores: They manage their work in such regular forms,

One would think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms, And so brought their food within doors.

3. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant,
If I take not due care for the things I shall want,
Nor provide against dangers in time.

When death or old age shall stare in my face,
What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days,
If I trifle away all their prime !

4. Now, now, while my strength and my youth are in bloom, Let me think what will serve me when sickness shall come, And pray that my sins be forgiven:

Let me read in good books, and believe and obey,

That, when death turns me out of this cottage of clay,

I may dwell in a palace in Heav'n.

SECTION XI.

A morning Hymn.

1, My God who makes the sun to know His proper hour to rise,

And to give light to all below,

Does send him round the skies.

WATER

2. When from the chambers of the east

His morning race begins,

He never tires, nor stops to rest;

But round the world he shines. 3. So, like the sun, would I fulfil The business of the day: Begin my work betimes, and still March on my heavenly way.

4. Give me, O Lord, thy early grace;
Nor let my soul complain,

That the young morning of my days
Has all been spent in vain.

SECTION XII.

An evening hymn.

1. AND now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Maker's praise;
My comforts ev'ry hour make known
His providence and grace.

2. But how my childhood runs to waste!
My sins how great their sum!
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.

3. I lay my body down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,

And through the hours of darkness keep
Their watch around my bed.

4. With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since God will not remove :
And in the morning let me rise,
Rejoicing in his love.

SECTION XIII.
The winter's day.

1. WHEN raging storms deform the air,

And clouds of snow descend;

And the wide landscape, bright and fair,
No deepen'd colours blend;

2. When biting frost rides on the wind,
Bleak from the north and east,

And wealth is at its ease reclin'd,
Prepar'd to laugh and feast;

3. When the poor trav❜ller treads the plain,
All dubious of his way,

And crawls with night increasing pain,
And dreads the parting day;

WATTS.

WATTS.

4. When poverty in vile attire,

Shrinks from the biting blast,
Or hovers o'er the pigmy fire,

And fears it will not last;
5. When the fond mother hugs her child
Still closer to her breast;
And the poor infant frost-beguil'd,
Scarce feels that it is press'd;

6. Then let your bounteous hand extend
Its blessings to the poor;

Nor spurn the wretched, while they bend
All suppliant at your door.

SECTION XIV.

Compassion and forgiveness.

1. I HEAR the voice of wo;

A brother mortal mourns:

My eyes with tears, for tears o'erflow;
My heart his sighs returns.

2. I hear the thirsty cry;

The famish'd beg for bread:
O let my spring its streams supply.
My hand its bounty shed.-

3. And shall not wrath relent,

Touch'd by that humble strain,
My brother crying, "I repent,
Nor will offend again ?"

4. How else, on sprightly wing,

Can hope bear high my pray'r,
Up to thy throne, my God, my King,
To plead for pardon there?

SECTION XV.

The ignorance of man.

1. BEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd
With hunger, thirst, and pain;

That asks to have the wants reliev'd
It knows not to complain.

2. Aloud the speechless suppliant cries,
And utters, as it can,

The woes that in its bosom rise,
And speak its nature-man.

3. That infant, whose advancing hour
Life's various sorrows try,

(Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r !
That infant, Lord, am I.

SCOTT.

4. A childhood yet my thoughts confess,
Though long in years mature;
Unknowing whence I feel distress,
And where, or what, its cure.

5. Author of good! to thee I turn :
Thy ever wakeful eye

Alone can all my wants discern ;
Thy hand alone supply.

6. O let thy fear within me dwell;
Thy love my footsteps guide
That love shall all vain loves expel ;
That fear, all fears beside.
7. And oh! by error's force subdu'd,
Since oft my stubborn will
Prepost'rous shuns the latent good,
And grasps the specious ill;

8. Not to my wish, but to my want,
Do thou thy gifts apply:

Unask'd, what good thou knowest, grant;
What ill, though ask'd, deny.

SECTION XVI.

The happy choice.

1. BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand:
Father Divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2. Engage this frail, and wav'ring heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade away.
3. Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies:
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear;
But all my treasures with me bear.
4. If thou, my Father! still art nigh,
Cheerful I live, and peaceful die :
Secure when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

SECTION XVII.

The fall of the leaf.

1. SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and wither'd to the ground;

MERRICK

Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,

In a sad and solemn sound:
2." Sons of Adam, (once in Eden,)
When, like us, he blighted fell,
Hear the lecture we are reading;
"Tis, alas! the truth we tell.

3. "Virgins, much, too much presuming
On your boasted white and red;
View us late in beauty blooming,
Number'd, now among the dead.

4. Youths, though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay in health and many a grace;
Let not cloudless skies deceive you;
Summer gives to autumn place.
5. "Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay;
Thus we preach this truth concerning,
Heav'n and earth shall pass away.

6. "On the tree of life eternal,

Man, let all thy hopes be stay'd;

Which alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade."

SECTION XVIII.

Trust in the goodness of God.

1. WHY, O my soul, why thus depress'd, And whence this anxious fear?

Let former favors fix thy trust,

And check the rising tear.

2. When darkness and when sorrows rose,
And press'd on every side,
Did not the Lord sustain thy steps,

And was not God thy guide?

3. Affliction is a stormy deep,

Where wave resounds to wave: Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save.

4. Perhaps before the morning dawns,
He'll reinstate my peace;

For he who bade the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease.
5. In the dark watches of the night,
I'll count his mercies o'er;

DR. HORNE.