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Submit-In this or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear :
Safe in the hand of one disposing pow'r
Or in the natal, or the moral hour.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good:

And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.

SECTION XVIII.
On an Infant.

To the dark and silent tomb,
Soon I basted from the womb :
Scarce the dawn of life began,
Ere I measur'd out my span.
I no smiling pleasures knew;
I no gay delights could view
Joyless sojourner was I,
Only born to weep and die.
Happy infant, early bless'd!
Rest, in peaceful slumber, rest;
Early rescu'd from the cares,
Which increase with growing years.

No delights are worth thy stay,
Smiling as they seem, and gay ;
Short and sickly are they all,
Hardly tasted ere they pall.
All our gaiety is vain,
All our laughter is but pain:
Lasting only, and divine,
Is an innocence like thine.

SECTION XIX.

Confidence in Divine Protection.

How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence !

POPE

Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt
And breath'd in tainted air.

Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made ev'ry region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
In all it horrors rise!

Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart,

When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulfs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.

Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free;
While in the confidence of pray'r
My soul took hold on thee.

For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor imp tent to save.

The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

My life, if thou preserv'st my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be ;

And death, if death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to thee.

ADDISON

SECTION XX.

Hymn on a Review of the Seasons.

THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm;
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles;
And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Then comes Thy glory in the summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun
Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year;
And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow whisp'ring gales
Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd
Majestic darkness! On the whirlwind's wind,
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore;
And humblest nature with Thy northern blast.
Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet so delightful mix'd with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combin'd;
Shade, unperceiv'd, so soft'ning into shade,
And all so forming au harmonious whole,
That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
But wand'ring oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand,
That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ;

Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring;
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempest forth;
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life,
Nature, attend! join ev'ry living soul,
Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join! and, ardent, raise
One general song!-

Ye chief for whom the whole creation smiles,
At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all,
Crown the great hymn;

For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows; the summer ray
Rus ets the plain; inspiring autumn gleams;
Or winter rises in the black'ning east ;
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,
And dead to joy. forget my heart to beat!

Should fate cominand me to the farthest 'verge Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes, Rivers unknown to song: where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt,

In the void waste as in the city full;

And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey; there, with new pow'rs,
Will rising wonder sing: I cannot go
Where UNIVERSAL LOVE not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns;
From seeming evil still educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,
In infinite progression. But I lose
Myself in HIM, in light ineffable!

Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.

THOMSON.~

THE ENDA

PART I.-PIECES IN PROSE.

CHAP. I.-SELECT SENTENCES AND PARAGRAPHS.

CHAP. II.-NARRATIVE PIECES.

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VII. On charity

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VIII. Prosperity is redoubled to a good man
IX. On the beauties of the Psalms

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