And his gen'rous bosom feel Be his soul with truth impress'd, If corruption's bane entice To the haunts of early vice; Give him grace the snare to see, And the wily tempter flee. While the thoughtless, maniac throng, List to folly's idle song; Or pursue the mazy dance, Till the morning hours advance; May he choose the better way, Think on thee, and watch and pray; Study to be good and wise, Aim at heaven, and win the prize. TO THE ZEPHYR. WRITTEN ON A COLD MORNING IN JUNE. ZEPHYR, why so long delay ? Swift on lightsome wing appear; Chase, O chase these fogs away, Fogs that cloud the infant year. Why should maniac winter's reign, Wrapp'd in clouds, by tempests toss❜d, Longer desolate the plain, Strewing everlasting frost? Zephyr, haste, and with thee bring Balmy gales of softest air; Fragrant odours load thy wing, Youth, and health, and joy are there. From Arabia's spicy groves Hither waft a sweet perfume; Bring the graces, laughs, and loves: Fragrant Zephyr, hither come. Zephyr, why so long delay? Gnomes and Sylphs around thee play, Nymphs of fire, whose airy flight, 1 ASPIRATIONS FOR HEAVEN. My heart from my bosom would fly, And climb to the blissful abode, To see my Redeemer on high, And dwell in the palace of God. In vain smiles the glittering scene, Dear Saviour, if still I am thine, These shadows and darkness remove, Or take my freed spirit above, Where darkness and doubts are no more. O when shall I mount to the sky? For ever to dwell in thy love? |