9. Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale, 10. Wake all ye mounting tribes and sing; TO HIM who shap'd your finer mould, 11. Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, 12. Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, Fall prostrate at his throne. Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r 13. Ye fair, by nature form'd, to move, Let age take up the tuneful lay, Sigh his bless'd name-then soar away, SECTIOM XV. The universal prayer. 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! OGILVIE 2. Thou GREAT FIRST CAUSE, least understood, To know but this, that Thou art good, 3. Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; 4. What conscience dictates to be done, This teach me more than hell to shun, 5. What blessings thy free bounty gives, For God is paid, when man receives; 6. Yet not to earth's contracted span 3. If 1 am right, thy grace impart, If I am wrong, oh teach my heart 9. Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has denied, 10. Teach me to feel another's wo, 11. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so, go, Thro' this day's life or death! 12. This day, be bread and peace my lot Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, 13. To thee, whose temple is all space, POPE SECTION XVI. 1. O TREACH'ROUS conscience! while she seems to sleep, A watchful foe! the formidable spy, 3. As all rapacious usurers conceal Their doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs ; Unnoted, notes each moment misapply'd ; Writes our whole history; which death shall read And judgment publish; publish to more worlds 1. To the dark and silent tomb, Smiling as they seem, Short and sickly are they all, 5. All our gaity is vain, All our laughter is but pain: The Cuckoo. 1. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood, Now heav'n repairs thy rural seat, When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet 4. The school-boy, wand'ring in the wood, Starts, thy curious voice to hear, 5. Soon as the pea puts on the bloom, An annual guest in other lands, 6. Sweet bird! thy bow'r is ever green, Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, 7. O could I fly, I'd fly with thee; SECTION XIX. Day. A pastoral in three parts. MORNING. 1. In the barn the tenant cock, Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock !) Jocund that the morning's nigh. 2. Swiftly from the mountain's brow, Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire; A a LOGAN. And the peeping sun-beam now Paints with gold the village spire. 3. Philomei forsakes the thorn, Plaintive where she prates at night; And the lark to meet the morn. Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. 4. From the low-roof'd cottage ridge, See the chatt'ring swallow spring; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge, Quick she dips her dappled wing. 5. Now the pine tree's waving top Gently greets the morning gale: Kidlings, now, begin to crop Daisies on the dewy dale. 6. From the balmy sweets, uncloy'd, (Restless till her task be done,) Now the busy bee's employ'd Sipping dew before the sun7. Trickling through the crevic'd rock, Where the limpid stream distils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock, When 'tis sun-drove from the hills. 8. Colin's for the promis'd corn (Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious; whilst the huntsman's horn, Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe. 9. Sweet-O sweet, the warbling throng, On the white emblossom'd spray! Natures universal song Echoes to the rising day. NOON. 10. FERVID on the glitt'ring flood, Now the noontide radiance glows: Drooping o'er its infant bud, Not a dew-drop's left the rose. 11. By the brook the shepherd dines, From the fierce meridian heat, Shelter'd by the branching pines, Pendent o'er his grassy seat. 12. Now the flock forsakes the glade, Where uncheck'd the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade By the ivy'd abbey wall. |