3. So frail is the youth and the beauty of men, Though 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; SECTION X. The Ant. 1. THESE emmets, how little they are in our eyes! Yet as wise as we are, if we went to their school, WATTS 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, storms; And so brought their food within doors. 3. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, When death or old age shall stare in my face, 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 forgiv❜n: 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. WATTS 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 2. When from the chambers of the east He never tires, nor stops to rest; 3. So, like the sun, would I fulfil 4. Give me, O Lord, thy early grace; SECTION XII. An evening hymn. 1. AND now another day is gone, 2. But how my childhood runs to waste! 3. I lay my body down to sleep; And through the hours of darkness keep 4. With cheerful heart I close my eyes, And in the morning let me rise, WATTS. WATTS. SECTION XI. A morning hymn. 1. My God, who makes the sun to know And to give light to all below, Does send him round the skies 2. When from the chambers of the east He never tires, nor stops to rest; 3. So, like the sun, would I fulfil 4. Give me, O Lord, thy early grace; SECTION XII. An evening hymn. 1. AND now another day is gone, My comforts ev'ry hour make known But how my childhood runs to waste! gth for days to come. y down to sleep; e hours of darkness keep around my bed. art I close my eyes, not remove; let me rise, love, WATTS. WATTS. 4. She guides the young, with innocence, A crown of glory she bestows 5. According as her labours rise, And all her paths are peace. SECTION VI. The Man of Ross. LOGAN. 1. RISE, honest muse! and sing the Man of Ross.— But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, 2. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Who taught that heav'n-directed spire to rise? What numbers wish, but want the pow'r to do. SECTION VII. Resignation 1. WHILE Some in folly's pleasures roll, And seek the joys that hurt the soul; POPE |