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It is not from his form, in which we trace Strength joined with beauty, dignity with grace, That

man, the master of this globe, derives His right of empire over all that lives. That form indeed, the associate of a mind Vast in its powers, ethereal in its kind, That form, the labour of almighty skill, Framed for the service of a free-born will, Asserts precedence, and bespeaks control, But borrows all its grandeur from the sout. In Hers is the state, the splendoar, and the throne, An intelleetual kingdom, all her own. For her the memory fills her ample page With truths poured down from every For her amasses an unbounded store, The wisdom of great nations, now no more; Though laden, not incumbered, with her spoil; Laborious, yet unconscious of her toil; When copiously supplied, then most enlarged; Still to be fed; and not to be surcliarged. For her the fancy, roving unconfined, The present muse of every pensive mind, Works ragic wonders, adds a brighter hue To nature's scenes than nature ever knew.

distant age,

At her command winds rise and waters roar,
Again she lays them slumbering on the shore;
With flower and fruit the wilderness supplies,
Or bids the rocks in ruder pomp arise.
For her the judgment, umpire in the strife
That grace and nature have to wage through life,
Quick-sighted arbiter of good and ill,
Appointed sage preceptor to the will,
Condemns, approves, and with a faithful voice
Guides the decişion of a doubtful choice.

Why did the fiat of a God give birth
To yon fair sun and his attendant earth?
And, when descending he resigus the skies,
Why takes the gentler moon her turn to rise,
Whom ocean feels through all his countless wayos,


power on every shore be laves? Why do, the seasons still enrich the year, Fruitful and young as in their first career? Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rocked in the cradle of the western breeze; Summer in haste the thriving charge receives Beneath the shade of her expanded leaves, Till autumu's fiercer heats and plenteous dews Dye them at last in all their glowing, hues.'Twere wild profusion all, and bootless waste, Power misemployed, munificence misplaced, Had not its author dignified ibe plan, And crowned, it with the majesty of man. Thus formed, thus placed, intelligent and taught, Look where he will, the wonders God has

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The' wildest scorner of his Maker's laws Finds in a sober moment time to pause, To press the important question on his heart, "Why formed at all, and wherefore as thou art?" If man be what he seems, this hour a slave, The next mere dust and ashes in the grave; Endued with reason only to descry His crimes and follies with an aching eye; With passions, just that he may prove, with pain, The force he spends against their fury vain; And if, soon after having burnt, by tarns, With every lust, with which 'frail nature burns His being end where death dissolves the bond, The tomb take all, and all be blank beyond; Then he, of all that nature has brought forth, Stands self-impeached the creature of least worth, And useless while he lives, and'wbeu he dies, Brings into doubt the wisdom of the skies.

Truths, that the learned pursue with eager thought, Are not important always as dear-bought, Proving at last, though told in pompous strains, A childish waste of philosophic pains ;

1 But truths, on which depends our main concern; That 'tis our shame and misery, not to learn, ? Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a lustre, he that runs ntay read. 'Tis true that, if to trifle life-away Down to the sun-set of their latest-day, Then perish on futurity's wide shore Líko fleeting exhalatious, found no more,

Were all that Heaven required of human kind,
And all the plan their destiny designed,
What none could reverence all might justly blame,
And man would breathe but for his Maker's shame.
But reason heard, and nature well perused,
At once the dreaming miyd is disabused:
If all we find possessing earth, sea, air,
Reflect his attributes, who placed them there,
Fulfil the purpose, and appear designed
Proofs of the wisdom of the all-seeing mind,
'Tis plain the creature, whom he chose to invest
With kingship and dominion o'er the rest,
Received his nobler nature, and was made
Fit for the power, in which he stands arrayed,
That first or last, hereafter if not here,
He too might make his author's wisdom clear,
Praise him on earth, or obstinately dumb
Suffer his justice in a world to come.
This once believed, 'twere logic misapplied
To prove a consequence by none denied,
That we are bound to cast the minds of youth
Betimes into the mould of heavenly truth,
That taught of God they may indeed be wise,
Nor ignorantly wandering miss the skies. :

In early days the conscience has in most
A quickness, which in later life is lost: 4
Preserved from guilt by salutary fears,
Or guilty soon relenting into tears.
Too careless often, as our years profeed,
What friends we sought with, or what books weread,
Our parents yet exert a prudent care
To feed our infant winds with proper fare; --
And wisely store the nursery by degrees
With wholesomre learning, yet acquired with ease.
Neatly secured from being soiled or torn!
Beneath a pane of thin translucent horn,
A book (to please us at a tender age,
'Tis called a book, though but a single page)
Presents the prayer the Saviour deigned to teach,
Which children use, and parsons--wheb they

Lisping our syllables, we scramble next x'
Through moral narrative, or sacred text;
And learn with wonder how this world began,
Whomade, who marr'd, and who has ransom'dman.'
Points, which unless the scripture made them plain,
The wisest heads might agitate in vain.
O thou, whom, borne on fancy's cager wing
Back to the season of life's happy spring,
I pleased remember, and while memory yet
Holds fast her office here, can ne'er forget;
Ingenious dreainer, in whose well-told tale,
Sweet fiction and sweet truth alike prevail; (style,
Whose humorous vein, strong sense, and simple.
May teach the gayest, make the gravest smile;
Witty, and well employed, and like thy Lord,
Speaking in parables his slighted word;
I name thee not, lest so despised a name
Should move a sneer at thy deserved fante;
Yet ev'n in transitory life's late day,
That mingles all my brown with sober gray,

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