Oh! while along the stream of time thy name

Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame;

Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose,
Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes,
Shall then this verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend?
That, urg'd by thee, I turn'd the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;
For wit's false mirror held up nature's light;
Shew'd erring pride, whatever Is---is RIGHT;
That reason, passion, answer one great aim;
That true self-love and social are the same;
That VIRTUE Only makes our bliss below;
And all our knowledge is, OURSELVES TO KNOW.

THE

UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

Deo opt. тах.

FATHER of ALL! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou Great First Cause, least understood:

Who all my sense confin'd

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill;

And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,

This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;

For God is paid when man receives :
T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,

Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round.

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Let not this weak unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw,

And deal damnation round the land

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see;

That mercy I to others show

That mercy show to me.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken'd by thy breath:

Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun,

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!

One chorus let all being raise;

All nature's incense rise!