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ix. Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store,
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
. XI. Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue';
Divide thy works no more,
XIII. Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise, For Ó! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
An Ode on PROVIDENCE.
How are thy servants blest, O Lord !
How sure is their defence !
Supported by thy care,
Made every region please;
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart; When waves on waves, and guphs on gulphs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.
wers, O Lord.
Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free,
High on the broken waye,
Obedient to thy will;
Thy goodness I'll adore ;
Thy sacrifice shall be; ,
Shall join my soul to thee.
ODE to SPRING.
(MISS CARTER.) Youth of the year, delightful Spring! Thy blest return on genial wing
Inspires my languid lays : No more I sleep in sloth supine, When all creation at thy shrine
Its annual tribute pays.
Escap'd from Winter's freezing pow'r,
And, foremost of the train,
Prophetic of thy reign.
Calls Echo from her cell;
The nymph, who lov'd too well.
Their infant buds display :
And sparkling bless his ray.
With nature's varied hues;
The spring of life renews.
And brings th' appointed bour;
No longer in our pow'r.
A hope beyond the skies;
And suns eternal rise.
The EMPLOYMENTS of a Country Life.
(GAY.) 'Tis not that rural sports alone invite, But all the grateful country breathes delight;
Here blooming Health exerts her gentle reign,
When the fresh Spring in all her state is crown'd,
Now when the height of heav'n bright Phæbus gains,
Here I peruse the Mantuan's Georgic strains,
Here I survey the purple vintage grow,
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Or when the ploughman leaves the task of day, And trudging homeward whistles on the way; When the big udder'd cows with patience stand, Waiting the stroakings of the damsel's hand; No warbling cheers the woods; the feather'd choir To court kind slumbers to their sprays retire ; When no rude gale disturbs the sleeping trees, Nor aspen leaves confess the gentlest breeze ; Engag'd in thought, to Neptune's bounds I stray, To take my farewell of the parting day; Far in the deep the sun his glory hides, A streak of gold the sea and sky divides : The purple clouds their amber linings show, And edg'd with flames rolls ev'ry wave below: Here pensive I behold the fading light, And o'er the distant billow lose my sight.
Now night in silent state begins to rise, And twinkling orbs bestrow th' uncloudy skies; Her borrow'd lustre growing Cynthia lends, And on the main a glittering path extends; Millions of worlds hang in the spacious air, Which round their suns their annual circle steer. Sweet contemplation elevates my sense, While I survey the works of Providence. O could the muse in loftier strains rehearse The glorious Author of the universe, Who reins the winds, gives the vast ocean bounds, And circumscribes the floating worlds their rounds, My soul should overflow in songs of praise, And my Creator's name inspire my lays!