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5. Ye Stars that six'd the Heavens adorn,
And ye that usher in the Morn,

Ye wand'ring Fires, where'er ye rove,
Proclaim that Power by which ye move.

6. Thou Sun, both Eye and quick'ning Soul
Of this great World from Pole to Pole,
Thy greater Maker chearful praise,
Who gave thee all thy goltlen Rays.

7. Him praise, whilst climbing in thy Might, And when thougain'st thy Noon-tide Height; When sinking in thy wat'ry Bed,

O'er gilded Waves his Glories spread.

8. Best Emblem of that Insinite,

Who out of Darkness call'd up Light;
Who in his Bounty ceaseless flows,
To bless his Friends, to cheer his Foes.

9. Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun,
And now his nearer Beams dost shun,
Praise him who all thy Wand'rings guides,
And bade thee rule the swelling Tides.

10. Ye Elements, his Praise Display,
Whilst ye his influence wide convey;
Let Nature in her changing Round
By you his Honours high resound.

11. Him praise, Air, Meteors, Vapours all,
That now in Show'rs most fruitful fall;
Now painted by the Hand divine,"

In Clouds of Gold all beauteous shine.

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12. Ye Winds, in Whispers speak his Praise,
And when in Storms your Voice ye raise,
Ye Plants; ye Pines of lofty Brow,
Your Heads in Sign of Rev'rence bow.

13. Ye Fountains, warbling as ye flow,
In Murmurs pay the Debt you owe;
Bear on your Wings, ye Birds, his Praise,
And mounting sing your sweetest Lays.

14. Fishes, that gliding cut the Seas, .
And ye whom Earth doth better please.
Who lowly creep, or stately tread,
Your Maker's Honours joyous spread.

15. Ye Chief, sor whom Earth teeming smiles;
And Heaven with choicest Gifts distills;
Ye Head on this terrestrial Ball,

"Crown the great Hymn," be Tongue sor all,

16. Man, raise thy Voice above the rest,
Let Gratitude inspire thy Breast; .
Thy Heart and Voice each Morning raise
To sing thy Maker's matchless Praise.

fie LORD'; PRATER in Verse.

FATHER of all! thou God alone;.
In Heaven is plac'd thy lofty Throne.
Thy facred Name revered be
By ev'ry Heart, and Tongue, and Knee. ,

On Adam's Sons thy Spirit shed,
Thus thro' the World thy Kingdom spread.
May Men on Earth obey thy Will
As chearful Angels it fulsil.

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To us our daily Bread impart,

And with our Bread the thanksul Heart.

Our Sins forgive; aud may we learn

Like thee to pardon in our Turn.

Let no Temptation us o'ertake,

And ev'ry Sin may we forfake.

Our pow'rsul Guardian, al ways prove,

And threat'ning Evil far remove.

The Kingdom, Glory, and the Power

Are thine both now and evermore.

?he SOARING LARK.

PRETTY, flutt'ring, tunesul Bird,
. Morning's Herald, thou art heard
Waiting when the God of Day
Shall ascend his Heavenly Way:
Ere he gilds the Mountain's Top,
Darting seebler Beams aslope,
Thou ambitious prun'st thy Wing. "•,
Thus prepar'd thy Song tq sing j
To thy Maker's lofty Praise,
Who the seather'd Tribe arrays,
Arid inspires their warbling Throats, i . -%»
With Ten Thoufand diff'rent Notes:
Soaring high thou dost prolong,
With swelling Throat, thy matin Song;
'Till thou'rt lost to human Sight,
In thy steady, arduous Flight;,
Mounting still thou art not tjj'd,
Nearest Heaven art most in'splr'd,
As tho' longing to be one
Of the Host around the Throne,

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Who in singing never tire,
Whilst they strike th' immortal Lyre.
Pretty Bird thy Song must end,
Thou to Earth again descend;
Singing still thy very best,
Down thou droppest to thy Nest.
Tuneful Bird, to be like thee,
My Ambition it shall be;
With each Grace, within possest,
Low; like thee, I'd build my Nest:
Where to sink, and how to rise,
Thou my Pattern shalt advise.

* Th fading Rose: Or, Sylvia insirutltd,

LOVELY, blushing, prickly Rose,
Emblem just of human Woes;
Emblem too of all the Joys
That our Sorrows counterpoise.
Thou with Thorn encompast art,
Such the Joys of human Heart.
Short thy Beauty, drest so sine,
Fully blown thou dost decline.
Mine's the Beauty of an Hour,
Like to thine, thou fading Flower-
Man impatient, will not slop,
Thee, but opening, he will crop.
Canker, Snails, and clatt'ring Hail,
Spite of Charms will oft prevail.
Foes like these, should'st thou escape.
Time is sure to spoil thy Shape.

* l'uUiihc■l in Martin's Magazine.

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In thy Prime I faw thee last,
Now I see thy Beauty past:
Thou who wert so fresh, so gay,
Wilt not see thy Yesterday.
What To-morrow thou shalt be,
I shall never care to see.
From thy Fate I'D strive to learn
What may to Advantage turn:
Youth and Beauty will decay;
Time and Death soon call away.
Charms enduring I will seek,
Which outvie the rosy Cheek. *"• •
Charms which all internal are,
Charms which make e'en Old-age fair.
Virtue, drest by HeavVborn Truth,
Blooms and smiles in endless Youth.

Waking out of a frightful Dr lain.

WHERE am I now? my Head turns round-
This sure can never be the Ground—
Dd I still breathe? or am I dead I
Or do I dream? Is this my Bed?
Methinks 'tis so—but I'm not sure—
Oh here's my Pillow!—I'm secure-
Just now it did all real seem^
This Minute tells me 'tis a Dream:
The dreadful Precipice is gone,
Which I so lately hung upon;
With aching Heart and tott'ring Feet,
Seeking in vain sor a Retreat;
When down I slipt, with all my Care,
And headlong fell thro' yielding Air;

Think

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