Bleft, who can unconcern'dly find Sound fleep by night, ftudy and ease Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL, [POPE.] VITAL fpark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame! Hark! they whisper; angels fay, What What is this abforbs me quite, Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight,. Drowns my fpirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death P The world recedes, it difappears! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Death! where is thy Sting? HYMN ON GRATITUDE. WHEN [ADDISON.] THEN all thy mercies, O my God, Tranfported with the view, I'm loft In wonder, love, and praife. how fhall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare That glows within my ravifh'd heart ? To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt Unnumber'd comforts to my foul Thy tender care beltow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom thofe comforts flow'd.. When in the flipp'ry paths of youth Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, Whan worn with fickness, oft haft thou my Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my flore. Ten Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart, That tafles thofe gifts with joy. Through every period of my life When nature fails, and day and night My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Through all eternity to Thee A joyful fong I'll raise, For O! eternity's too fhort DOUGLAS TO LORD RANDOLPH.* [HOME. ] MALL is the fkill my Lord delights to praise SMALL In him he favours. Hear from whence it came. Beneath a mountain's brow, the most remote In a deep cave, dug by no mortal hand, A hermit liv'd; a melancholy man, Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains. See the Vignetee. Auflere Auflere and lonely, cruel to himself, For he had been a foldier in his youth; The bleffed cross, and won the Holy Land. His speech ftruck from me, the old man would shake Of war's vaft art, was to this hermit known. END OF THE FOURTH VOLUME. |