But lives, when that exterior grace,
Which first inspir'd the flame, decays.
"Tis gentle, delicate, and kind,
To faults compassionate, or blind;
And will with sympathy endure
Those evils it would gladly cure.
But angry, coarse, and harsh expression,
Shows love to be a mere profession;
Proves that the heart is none of his,
Or soon expels him if it is.

Swarms of flying insects..

Thick in yon stream of light, a thousand ways,
Upward and downward, thwarting and convolv'd
The quiv'ring nations sport; till, tempest wing'd,
Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of day.
E'en so, luxurious men, unheeding, pass
An idle summer life, în fortune's shine,
A season's glitter! Thus they flutter on,
From toy to toy, from vanity to vice;
Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes
Behind, and strikes them from the book of lifes

LESSON L

SECTION VI..

A NIGHT PIECE.

To be committed to the Memory of every Youth, in whose handsthis volume shall be placed.

WHILE night in solemn shade invests the pole,

And calm reflection sooths the pensive soul,.
While reason undisturb'd asserts her sway,
And life's deceitful colors fade away;
To thee, all conscious Presence! I devote
This peaceful interval of sober thought;
Here all my better faculties confine;
And be this hour of sacred silence thine
If by the day's illusive scenes misled,
My erring soul from virtue's path has stray'd`;;

Snar'd

Snar'd by example, or by passion warm'd,
Some falfe delight my giddy sense has charm'd;
My calmer thoughts the wretched choice reprove,
And my best hopes are centred in thy love?
Depriv'd of this, can life one joy afford?
Its utmost boast a vain unmeaning word.

But, ah! how oft my lawless passions rove,
And break those awful precepts 1 approve;
Parsue the fatal impulse I abhor,

And violate the virtue I adore !

Oft, when thy better spirit's guardian care
Warn'd my fond soul to shun the tempting snare,
My stubborn will his gentle aid repress'd,
And check'd the rising goodness in my breast;
Mad with vain hopes, or urg'd by false desires,
Still'd his soft voice, and quench'd his sacred fires.

With grief oppress'd, and prostrate in the dust, Shouldst thou condemn, I own thy sentence just. But oh! thy softer titles let me claim,

And plead my cause by mercy's gentle name.
Mercy that wipes the penitential tear,
And dissipates the horrors of despair s

From righteous justice steals the vengeful hour,
Softens the dreadful attribute of pow'r,
Disarms the wrath of an offended God,
And seals my pardon in a Saviour's blood!
All pow'rful Grace, exert thy gentle sway,
And teach my rebel passions to obey;
Lest lurking folly, with insidious art,
Regain my volatile inconstant heart!
Shall ev'ry high resolve devotion frames
Be only lifeless sound and specious names?
Oh rather, while thy hopes and fears control,
In this still hour, each motion of my soul,
Secure its safety by a sudden doom,
And be the soft retreat of sleep my tomb!
Calm let me slumber in that dark repose,
Till the last morn its orient beam disclose :
Then, when the great archangel's potent sound
Shall echo thro' creation's ample round,
Wak'd from the sleep of death, with joy survey
The op'ning splendors of eternal day.

SECTION VII.

AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.
GOD of my life, and Author of my days!
Permit my feeble, voice to lisp thy praise;
And trembling take upon a mortal tongue
That hallow'd name to harps of seraphs sung;
Yet here the brightest seraphs could no more
Than hide their faces, tremble and adore.
Worms, angels, men, in ev'ry diff'rent sphere
Are equal all, for all are nothing here.

All nature faints beneath the mighty name,
Which nature's works, thro' all her parts, proclaim.
I feel that name my inmost thoughts control,
And breathe an awful stillness through my soul:
As by a charm the waves of grief subside;
Impetuous passion stops her headlong tide..
At thy felt presence all emotions cease,
And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace;
Till ev'ry worldly thought within me dies,
And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes;
Till all my sense is lost in infinite,

And one vast object fills my aching sight.

But soon, alas ! this holy calm is broke;
My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke ;
With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain,
And mingles with the dross of earth again.
But he, our gracious Master, kind as just,
Knowing our frame, remembers man is dust.
His spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind,
Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd ;
Marks the young dawn of ev'ry virtuous aim,
And fans the smoking flax into a flame.
His ears are open to the softest cry,
His grace descends to meet the lifted eye;
He reads the language of a silent tear,
And sighs are incense from a heart sincere.
Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give;
Accept the vow, and bid the suppliant live :
From each terrestrial bondage set me free;
Still ev'ry wish that centres not in thee;
Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets ceasè,
And point my path to everlasting peace.

If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads By living waters, and thro' How'ry meads, When all is smiling, tranquil and serene, And vernal beauty paints the flatt'ring scene, Oh teach me to elude each latent snare, And whisper to my sliding heart... Beware! With caution let me hear the syren's voice, And doubtful with a trembling heart, rejoice. If friendless, in a vale of tears I stray, Where briers wound, and thorns perplex my way, Still let my steady soul thy goodness see, And with strong confidence lay hold on thee With equal eye my various lot receive, Resign'd to die, or resolute to live; Prepar'd to kiss the sceptre or the rod, While God is seen in all, and all in God.

I read his awful name emblazon'd high With golden letters on the illumin'd sky; Nor less the mystic characters I see

Wrought in each flow'r, inscrib'd on ev'ry tree :
In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze,
I hear the voice of God among the trees.
With thee in shady solitudes I walk,
With thee in busy crowded cities talk;
In ev'ry creature own thy forming pow'r ;
In each event thy providence adore:
Thy hopes shall animate my drooping soul,
Thy precepts guide me and thy fear control.
Thus shall I rest unmov'd by all alarms,
Secure within the temple of thine arms,
From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free,
And feel myself omnipotent in thee..

Then when the last, the closing hour draws nigh,
And earth recedes before my swimming eye;
When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate
I stand, and stretch my view to either state;
Teach me to quit this transitory scene
With decent triumph, and a look serene;
Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high,
And, having liv'd to thee, in thee to die.

FINIS.

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