4. Grant that the po 'rful still the weak control:
Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole:
Nature that tyrant che ks, he only knows,
And helps another creature's wants and woes.
Say. will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
Admires the jay, the insect's gilded wings?
Or bears the hawk when Philomela sings ?
5. Man cares for all to birds he gives his woods,
To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods;
For some his int'rest prompts him to provide,
For more his pleasures, yet for more his pride.
All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy
Th' extensive blessing of his luxury.
6. That very life his learned hunger craves,
He saves from famine, from the savage saves;
Nay, feast the animal he dooms his feast:
And, till he ends the being, makes it blest:
Which sees no more the stroke. nor feels the pain,
Then favour'd man by touch e hereal slain.

The creature had its feast of life before;

Thou too must perish, when thy feast is o'er ! POPE.

SECTION XI.-HUMAN FRAILTY.

1. WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away."

2. The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain;

But passion rudely snaps the string,
And it revives again.

3. Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

4. "Tis here the folly of the wise,
Through all his art we v ew;
And while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns its t ue.

5. Bound on a voyage of awful length,
And dangers little known,

A stranger to superiour strength,
Man vainly trusts his own

6. But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heav'n must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

SECTION XII.--ODE TO PEACE.
1. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest
Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart
Nor riches I, nor pow'r pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.

2. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From av'rice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles;
For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles?

3. The great, the gay. shall they partake
The heav'n that thou alone canst make;
And wilt thou quit the stream,
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequester'd shade,
To be a guest with them?

4. For thee I panted, thee I priz❜d,
For thee I gladly sacrificed

Whate'er I lov'd before;

And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say-
Farewell, we meet no more?

SECTION XIII.-ODE TO ADVERSITY.

1. DAUGHTER of Heav'n, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour,
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
2. When first thy sire to send on earth.
Virtue, his darling child, design'd,
To thee he gave the heav'nly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year she bore

COWPER,

What sorrow was, thou had'st her know;

And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' wo. 3. Scar'd at thy frown terrifick, fly

Self-pleasing folly's idle brood,

Wild laughter, noise, and thoughtless joy,

And leave us leisure to be good.

Light they disperse; and with them go
The summer-friend, the flatt'ring foe.

By vain prosperity receiv'd,

To her they vow their truth, and are again believ❜d. 4. Wisdom, in sable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,

And melancholy, silent maid,

With leaden eye that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend;
Warm charity, the gen'ral friend,

With justice to herself severe,

And pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear. 5. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head,

Dread power, lay thy chast'ning hand!

Not in thy gorgon terrors clad,

Nor circled with the vengeful band,
(As by the impious thou art seen,)

With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
With screaming horror's fun'ral cry,
Despair, and fell disease, and ghastly poverty.
6. Thy form benign, propitious, wear,
Thy milder influence impart ;

Thy philosophick train be there,
To soften, not to wound my heart.
The gen'rous spark extinct revive;
Teach me to love, and to forgive;
Exact my own defects to scan;

What others are to feel; and know myself a man. GRAY.

SECTION XIV. THE CREATION REQUIRED ΤΟ PRAISE ITS

AUTHOR.

1. BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay!
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty's name :
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2. Ye fields of light. celestial plains,

Where gay transporting beauty reigns,

Ye scenes divinely fair!

Your Maker's wond'rous pow'r proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

3. Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound!
While all the adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing:
Let ev'ry list'ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
4. Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid:

Soon as gray even'ng gilds the plain,
Thou moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade.

5. Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode.
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who called yon worlds rom night:
"Ye shades dispel !"-th' Eternal said;
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.

6. Whate'er a blooming world contains, That wings the air, that skims the plains, United praise bestow:

Ye dragons, sound his awful name.
To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below,

7. Let ev'ry element rejoice ;

Ye thunders burst with awful voice

His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

8. To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own;

Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,

And trembled at bi frown.

9. Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects flutt'ring on the gale,
In mutual concourse rise;

Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,

And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,

In incense to the skies.

10. Wake all ye mounting tribes and sing;
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise

TO HIM who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.

11. Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;

Spread his tremendous name abroad,

Till heav'ns broad arch rings back the sound,
The gen'ral burst of joy.

12. Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at his throne:
Ye princes, rulers, all adore;

Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r
An image of his own.

13. Ye fair, by nature form'd, to move,
O praise th' eternal SOURCE OF LOVE,
With youth's enliv'ning fire;

Let age take up

the tuneful lay,

Sigh his bless'd name-then soar away,
And ask an angel's lyre.

OGILVIE

--THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

SECTION XV.-

1. FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime, ador'd,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

2. Thou GREAT FIRST CAUSE. least understood,

Who all my sense confin'd

To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind;

3. Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate;
Left free the human will,

4. What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than beav'n pursue.

5. What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;