When, looking eagerly around,
He spied far off, upon the ground,
A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark;
So, stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.
2 The worm aware of his intent,
Harangued him thus, right eloquent-
"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
"As much as I your minstrelsy,
You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song ;
For 'twas the self-same Pow'r divine,
Taught you to sing, and me to shine;
That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night."
3 The songster heard his short oration,
And, warbling out his approbation,
Releas'd him, as my story tells,
And found a supper some where else.
Hence, jarring sectaries may learn,
Their real int'rest to discern;
That brother should not war with brother,
And worry and devour each other:
But sing and shine by sweet consent,
Till life's poor transient night is spent ;
Respecting, in each other's case,
The gifts of nature and of grace.
4 Those Christians best best deserve the name, Who studiously make peace their aim:
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps, and him that flies.-COWPEN
SECTION III.
The trials of Virtue.
PLAC'D on the verge of youth, my mind
Life's op'ning scene survey'd :
I view'd its ills of various kind,
Afflicted and afraid.
2 But chief my fear the dangers mov'd,
That virtue's path enclose;
My heart the wise pursuit approv'd,
But O, what toils oppose!
3 For see, ah see! while yet her ways
With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world its terrors raise,
Its snares delusive spread.
4 O how shall I, with heart prepar'd,
Those terrors learn to meet?
How, from the thousand snares to guará
My unexperienc'd feet?
5 As thus I mus'd, oppressive sleep,
Soft o'er my temples drew
Oblivion's veil.-The wat`ry deep,
An object strange and new,
6 Before me rose on the wide shore
Observant as I stood,
The gathering storms around me roar,
And heave the boiling flood.
7 Near and more near the billows rise;
Ev'n now my steps they lave;
And death to my affrighted eyes
Approach'd in ev'ry wave.
8 What hope, or whither to retreat!
Each nerve at once unstrung;
Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet,
And chain'd my speechless tongue.
9 I felt my heart within me die;
When sudden to mine ear
A voice, descending from on high,
Reprov'd my erring fear.
10" What though the swelling surge thou Impatient to devour;
Rest, mortal; rest on God's decree,
And thankful own his power.
11 "Know, when he bade the deep appear, ''Thus far,' th' Almighty said,
" Thus far, no further rage; and here
'Let thy proud waves be stay'd.' ”
12 I heard; and lo! at once controll❜d,
The waves in wild retreat,
Back on themselves reluctant roll'd,
And murm'ring left my feet.
13 Deeps to assembling deeps in vain
Once more the signal gave:
The shores the rushing weight sustain,
And check th' usurping wave.
14 Convinc'd, in nature's volume wise,
The imag'd truth I read ;
And sudden from my waking eyes
Th' instructive vision fled.
15 Then why thus heavy, O my soul?
Say, why distrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
O'er scenes of future ill?
16 Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude :
Thy Maker's will hath plac'd thee here,
A Maker wise and good!
17 He to thy ev'ry trial knows
Its just restraint to give :
Attentive to behold thy woes,
And faithful to relieve.
18 Then why thus heavy, O my soul!
Say, why distrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll,
O'er scenes of future ill?
19 Though griefs unnumber'd throng thee round Still in thy God confide,
Whose finger marks the seas their bound,
And curbs the headlong tide.--MERRICK
The Youth and the Philosopher
A GRECIAN youth of talents rare,
Whom Plato's philosophic care
Had form'd for virtue's nobler view,
By precept and example too,
Would often boast his niatchless skill,
To curb the steed, and guide the wheel;
And as he pass'd the gazing throng,
With graceful ease, and snack'd the thong
The idiot wonder they express'd,
Was praise and transport to his breast
2 At length, quite vain, he needs would show
His master what his art could do ;
And bade his slaves his chariot lead
To Academus' sacred shade.
The trembling grove confess'd its fright,
The wood-nymphs started at the sight;
The muses drop their learned lyre,
And to their inmost shades retire.
3 How'er, the youth, with forward air,
Bows to the sage, and munts the car.
The lash resounds, the coursers spring,
The chariot marks the rolling ring ;
And gath'ring crowds, with eager eyes,
And shouts, pursue him as he flies.
4 Triumphant to the goal return'd,
With nobler thirst his bosom burn'd ;
And now along th' indented plain
The self-same track he marks again,
Pursues with care the nice design,
Nor ever deviates from the line.
Amazement seiz'd the circling crowd
The youths with emulation glow'd;
Ev'n bearded sages hail'd the boy;
And all but Plato gaz'd with joy.
5 For he, deep-judging sage, beheld
With pain the triumphs of the field,
And when the charioteer drew nigh,
And, flush'd with hope, had caught his eye- -
"Alas! unhappy youth," he cry'd,
"Expect no praise from me," (and sigh'd.
6" With indignation I survey
Such skill and judgment thrown away :
The time profusely squander'd there,
On vulgar arts beneath thy care,
If well employ'd, at less expense,
Had taught thee honour, virtue, sense;
And rais'd thee from a coachman's fate,
Το govern men, and guide the state."- -WHITEHEAD
Discourse between Adam and Eve, retiring to rest.
NOW came still ev'ning on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober liv'ry all things clad.
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were sunk; all but the wakeful nightingale.
She all night long her am'rous descant sung;
Silence was pleased. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her sil-er-mantle threw.
9 When Adam thus to Eve. "Fair consort, th' hour
Of night, and all things now retired to rest,
Mind us of like repose; since God hath set
Labour and rest, as day and night, to men
Successive; and the timely dew of sleep,
Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight, inclines
Our eye-lids. Other creatures all day long
Rove idle unemployed, and less need rest;
Man hath his daily work of body or of mind
Appointed, which declares his dignity,
And the regard of heav'n on all his way
While other animals unactive range,
And of their doings God takes no account.
3 To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east
With first approach of light, we must be risen,
And at our pleasant labour; to reform
Yon flow'ry arbours, yonder alleys green,
Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,
That mock our scant manuring, and require
More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth.
Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums,
That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth,
Ask riddance, if we mean to read with ease.
Mean while, as nature wills, night bids us rest.”
4 To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd:
"My author and disposer, what thou bid'st
Unargued I obey; so God ordains.
With thee conversing, I forget all time;
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flow'r,
Glist'ning with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft show'rs; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then sleut night,
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