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Hence, ye profane: My Saviour hears;
If 'twere but to retire from woe,
But when faith's finger points on high,
To dream of bliss ineffable!
In balmy sleep our eyes to close,
When life's last sunshine gilds our even;
VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES.
WHERE then shall hope and fear their objects find, Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind?
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise,
Inquirer, cease, petitions yet remain,
Which Heaven may hear, nor deem religion vain.
But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice;
Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best :
With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind,
And makes the happiness she does not find.
THE VIIIth PSALM TRANSLATED.
O KING eternal and divine!
The world is thine alone :
How far extends thy mighty name!
That sun thy wonders shall proclaim,
The infant's tongue shall speak thy power,
The tongue that never spoke before,
For when I lift my thoughts and eyes,
Who in their dance attend the Moon,
Lord! what is mortal man, that he
Next to the blest Angelic kind,
Him all revere, and all obey
The flocks that through the valley stray,
The furious tiger speeds his flight,
In fear of his superior might,
Whatever horrid monsters tread
The paths beneath the sea,
Their king, at awful distance, dread,
O Lord! how far extends thy name!
That sun thy wonders shall proclaim;
THE glorious armies of the sky
But still their most exalted flights
Yet how, my God, shall I refrain,
The active lights that shine above,
The blushes of the morn confess
The fragrant, the refreshing breeze
In balmy whispers own, from Thee
The singing birds, the warbling winds,
To praise the first Almighty Cause
Thy num'rous works exalt thee thus,
No; rather let me cease to breathe,
BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
His weeping followers, gath'ring round,
From that mild Teacher's parting lips
"Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart
"Feels all another's pain:
"To whom the supplicating eye
"Was never rais'd in vain.
"Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth
"A stranger's woes to feel;
"And bleeds in pity o'er the wound "He wants the power to heal.
"He spreads his kind supporting arms "To ev'ry child of grief;
"His secret bounty largely flows,
"And brings unask'd relief.