Where chosen | still sub- | sist ten thousand | more? Re-ject it, where | that | chosen all the rest Dispersed | leave | reason's | whole ho- | rizon | clear? This is not reason's | dictate, || reason | says Choose with the side where one grain | turns the scale; What vast pre- | ponderance is here: can reason | 1| With louder voice ex- | claim | Be- | lieve a | God? 1771 And reason | heard | is the | sole | mark of | man. 1771 What things im- | possible | must | man | think | To disbelieve through | mere cre- | dulity!" 1771791 Į If in this | chain | Lo- | renzo | finds | no | flaw, Let it for ever | bind him And where the link finds? | 111 to be- | lief. 11 | in which a | flaw he | And if a God there | is, that | God | how THE GRAVE. Montgomery. There is a calm for those who weep, 1111 | | A rest for | weary | pilgrims | found, | Low in the The storm that No more disturbs wrecks the wintery | sky || their deep re- | pose, Than summer evening's | latest | sigh That shuts the rose. 1I long to lay this painful | head | And aching heart beneath the soil,|| To slumber in that | dreamless | bed || From all my toil. Nor leave one | wretched trace be- | hind, 1 Re-sembling me.1| Hark! a strange sound af frights mine ear ; ។ | − ។ | My pulse, my brain | runs ¦ wild, |I|rave;| Ah! who art | thou whose | voice I | hear?" Art thou a | wretch, of | hope | for- | lorn, of con- | suming | care? 1111 Is thy distracted | conscience | torn | Do | foul mis- | deeds | of former | times Lash'd by the furies rest? 1411 of the | mind,| | | From wrath and vengeance would'st thou | | flee? 11111 Ah! think not, hope not, | fool, to find A friend in me. 1111111 By all the terrors of the tomb, Beyond the power of | tongue to tell By the dread | secrets of my | womb | And in thy chastening sorrows | see The hand of God. I || kiss the | rod, | A bruised reed He wounds them he will not break;1 children | feel, 1111 for his mercy's | sake, He wounds to heal! 1991. Humbled beneath his | mighty | hand, | 1 1 'Tis done!a- rise! | He | bids thee | To realms of ever- | lasting | light | 이 Through time's | dark | wilderness There is A rest of years, Pursue thy | flight. 111.1991 a | calm for | those who weep, for weary | pilgrims | found: | And while the mouldering | ashes | sleep 1 Low in the ground; | The soul (of | origin | di- | vine | God's glorious image,) || freed from | clay || e-ternal sphere shall shine A star of | day! 191 | In heaven's The sun is but a | spark of | fire, 1|111| A transient meteor ។ in the | sky, 1|11| The soul im- | mortal | as its | sire | THE POPLAR FIELD. Cowper. The poplars are | fell'd, | | farewell to the shade, And the whispering sound of the cool | colo- | nade; The winds | play no longer | and | sing in the leaves, on his bosom their image 1 Nor | Ouse Of my favorite | field, and the bank where they grew; 11 And now in the grass be- | hold they are | laid, And the tree is my | seat, that once lent me a shade 111111 The Blackbird treat, has | fled to an- | other re- | Where the | hazels | af- ford him a | screen from the heat, And the scene where his | melody charm'd me before, Re-sounds with his sweet | flowing | ditty | ។ no | more. ។ | ៕៕៕៕ My | fugitive years are all | hasting a- | way, 1|17| And I must ere | long. lie as | lowly as ❘ they,| |