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Sweet moralist! afloat on life's rough fea,

The Chriftian has an art unknown to thee :

He holds no parley with unmanly fears,
Where duty bids he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And trusting in his God, surmounts them all.

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BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream,

A worm is known to stray ; That shews by night a lucid beam,

Which disappears by day.

II.

Disputes have been and still prevail

From whence his rays proceed; Some give that honour to his tail,

And others to his head.

But

III.

But this is sure--the hand of might

That kindles up the skies, Gives him a modicum of light,

Proportion'd to his size.

IV.

Perhaps indulgent nature meant

By such a lamp bestow'd,
To bid the trav'ler, as he went,

Be careful where he trod :

V.
Nor crush a worm, whose useful light

Might ferve, however small,
To fhew a stumbling stone by night,

And save him from a fall.

VI.

Whate'er she meant, this truth divine

Is legible and plain, ' Tis power almighty bids him shine,

Nor bids him fnine in vain.

Ye

Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme

Teach humbler thoughts to you, Since such a reptile has its gem,

And boasts its splendour too.

II. THE JACKDA W.

1.

THERE is a bird who by his coat,
And by the hoarseness of his note,

Might be suppos'd a crow;
A great frequenter of the church,
Where bishop-like he finds a perch,

And dormitory too.

II.

Above the steeple shines a plate,
That turns and turns, to indicate

From what point blows the weather,
Look

up—your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds--that pleases him,

He chooses it the rather.

VOL. I.

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Fond III.

Fond of the speculative height,
Thither he wings his airy flight,

And thence securely sees
The bustle and the raree-fhow

That occupy mankind below,

Secure and at his ease.

IV. You think, no doubt, he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises,

If he should chance to fall, No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate,

Or troubles it at all.

V.

He sees that this great roundabout
The world, with all its motley rout,

Church, army, physic, law,
Its customs and its businesses
Are no concern at all of his,

And says, what says he ? Caw.

VI.

Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen
Much of the vanities of men,

And sick of having seen 'em,
Would chearfully these limbs resign
For such a pair of wings as thine,

And such a head between 'em.

III. THE CRICKET.

I.

LITTLE inmate, full of mirth,
Chirping on my kitchen hearth;
Wheresoe'er be thine abode,
Always harbinger of good,
Pay me for thy warm retreat,
With a song more soft and sweet,
In return thou shalt receive
Such a strain as I can give.

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II. Thus

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