Here choicest flowers, in rich profusion strew'd, Deck the gay plains, and make creation smile; From these the bees extract the sweetest food, When the warm sun invites them to their toil. This is the hour, the happy hour, to pay Our adoration to the source of light, Just when Aurora drives the shades away, And ruddy morning takes the place of night. The mind, refreshed by its late repose, Is now more strong and vig'rous than before: Let us not then this happy moment lose ; But the great source of all that's good adore. 'Tis He who makes the smiling flowers to grow, Which thus enamel the green mantled plain; 'Tis He who bids yon bubbling brook to flow, And gladdens earth with fertilizing rain. Tho' these his sov'reign power and goodness show; They're small, compar'd to works that he has done: Far greater blessings from his bounty flow; His choicest gifts are treasur'd in his Son. YOUTH.. YOUTH's a sweet season, but so quickly flown, But here a thought occurs-from root that's dead Our lamps are out, and wasted is our oil. The flower's immortal, and the fruit divine. scene But worse by far, at last to yield the ghost, A HYMN. WHY should my soul lie sunk in deep despond ence, Brooding o'er evils in their nature transient! Why this depression, while so many blessings Cluster around me! Don't those possessions which allure the world ling, Owe their chief value t' artificial cravings? Are more refreshing. Think how prepost'rous, in such poor delinquents, Who the least favour cannot claim from merit, Thus to come forward with our idle wishes, Claiming indulgence! Think how ungrateful, thus to pine and murmur At the privation of some earthly comforts; While the best blessings which a God could tender, Court our acceptance! Redeemer! Still let me ponder, with increas'd amazement, O! may that temper, which prevail'd in Jesus, Holy affections, which ensure fruition, Strengthen within me! THE ABSURDITY OF ATHEISM LIVES there a man, possess'd of ears and eyes; Thou canst not think that by mere chance they came, Nor yet that mortal man perform'd the same. |