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How many are you then, said I,
If they two are in heaven ; The little maiden did reply,
O master! we are seren.
But they are dead, those two are dead!
Their spirits are in leav'n! 'Twas throwing words away, for still The little maid would have her will,
And said - Nay, we are seren.
RELIGION is the chief concer,
Of mortals here below;
Its sovereign virtue know.
Religion should our thoughts engage,
Amidst our youthful bloom; 'Twill fit us for declining age,
And for the awful tomb.
O may my heart, by grace renew'd,
Be my Redeemer's throne;
His government to owni.
Let deep repentance, faith and lore,
Be joined with godly sear,
And all ny conversation prore,
My heart to be sincere.
Preserve me from the snares of sin,
Through my remaining days; And in me let each virtue shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.
Let lively hope my soul inspire,
Let warm affection rise ;
To mount.above the skies.
How pleasing is the scene, how sweet,
Where Christian souls in friendship join, Whose cares and joys united meet,
In bonds of charity dlvine !
Less fragrant was the ointment pour'd
On Aaron's consecrated head, When balmy odours richly show'rd,
Wide o'er his sacred vesture spread.
Not flow'ry Hermon e'er displayed,
Impearld with dew, a fairor sight, Nor Sion's beauteous hills arrayed
Ja golden beams of morning light.
On these the Lord indulgent sheds,
His kindest gifts, a heavenly store; With life immortal crowns their heads,
When time's frail comforts charm no mere
TO A CHILD FIVE YEARS OLD.
Fairest flow'r, al) flow'rs excelling,
Which in Eden's garden grewFlow'rs of Eve's embower'd dwelling,
Are, my fair one, types of you. Mark, my Polly, how the roses
Emulate thy damask cheek; How the hud its sweets discloses,
Buds thy opening bloom bespeak. Lilies are, by plain direction,
Emblems of a double kind;
Emblems of thy fairer mind.
Blossom, fade, and die away;
Evergreens that ne'er decay.
ERE God had built the mountains
Or rais'd the fruitful hills ;
Before he fill'd the fountains
That fed the running rills;
The wonderful I AM,
And wisdom is my name.
When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad, And swath'd about the swelling
Of ocean's mighty food; He wrought by weight and measure,
And I was with bim then, Myself the Father's pleasure,
And mine the sons of men,
Thus wisdom's words discover
Thy glory and thy grace,
Of our unworthy race !
Ere stars were seen above ;
And died for us in love.
And couldst thou be delighted
With creatures such as we, Who, when we saw thee--slighted,
And nail'd thee to a tree
And mystery divine !
Says, Sinner, I am thine."
Thus wisdom speaks aloud, and yet
Pride hardly will resign ;
Is godlike-- is divine.
To pass the injury hy;
Nor let resentment die.
The heaving billows swell within,
Till all is tempest grown ; And thus I share another's sin,
And make bis guilt my own. But come, my proud, my selfish heart,
One serious thought bestow ; Do I thus act the Cbristian part?
Has Jesus acted so?
Just the reverse : his generous breast
Did kind compassion move; When sinners cursed-tbe Saviour blest,
And inj’ries paid with love.