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While sinners, who grow old in sin,
Are harden'd in their crimes.
To mind religion young ;
And make our virtue strong.
Our childhood we resign ;
That our whole lives were thine.
Employ our youngest breath;
Peace and love recommended. 1. Let dogs delight to bark and bite ;
For God has made them so :
For 'tis their nature too.
Such angry passions rise ;
And all your words be mild ; Live like God's well beloved Son,
That sweet and lovely child. 4. His soul was gentle as a lamb; And as in
age He grew in favour both with man,
And God his Father too.
Does from his heav'nly throne,
To a young woman with a Watch. 1. WHILE this gay toy attracts thy sight,
Thy reason let it warm;
And seize, my dear, that rapid time,
That never must return. 2. If idly lost, no art or care
The blessing can restore;
For every mispent hour.
And soon its prospect ends ; Yet on that day's uncertain date,
Eternity depends. 4. But equal to our being's aim,
'The space to virtue giv’n; And every minute well improv’d, Secures an age in heav'n.
Verses accompanying a Nosegay. 1. Thou canst not steal the rose’s bloom,
To decorate thy face;
Will lend an equal grace.
(They grew in lowly bed ;) So real worth new merit gains,
By diffidence o'erspread.
In thy complexion find;
Within thy spotless mind.
Let every flow'ret bloom :
Shall yield the best perfume.
A moral may convey:
And all its sweets decay.
Of Flora's transient reign:
Then turn to earth again.
Which youth is proud to share,
Alike this quick succession prove,
And the same truth declare.
Which glowing health bespeaks ;
The smile on beauty's cheeks.
Will all the rest survive ;
Through endless ages live.
Duties of the morning. 1. See the time for sleep has run;
Rise before or with the sun.
The realm it gilds with glory too. 2. See the day that dawns in air,
Brings along its toil and care.
That knows that God has order'd all, 3. And whether, with a small repast,
We break the sober morning fast;
4. O, Giver of eternał bliss,
Heav'nly Father, grant me this!
The mind be cultivated.
Noróscorn your poet's homely style.
Remember, truth is sterling gold.
To keep your rising offspring straight ?
Úr slay the monarch of the main.
By passion, prejudice, and pride?
The worst deformity of all.
Few fear obliquity of mind.
But the soul's index, or its case ?
Compare the mental soil to land.
So harvest shall repay your toil.
(As every moralist agrees,)
Then shall the purple clusters shine.
Dependence on Providence. 1. Regard the world with cautious eye,
Nor raise your expectation high.
'Tis pride and passion point the sting. 2. Life is a sea where storms must rise;
'Tis folly talks of cloudless skies : He who contracts his swelling sail,
Eludes the fury of the gale.
Distrust embitters present joy ;
your friend. Weigh well your part, and do your best ;
Leave to your Maker all the rest.
Guides from the cradle to the tomb.
The humble and the honest heart ?
Yet say not thou that Heav'n's unkind.
To-morrow, Goodness takes away. 6. You say, that troubles intervene;
That sorrows darken half the scene..