To humbler functions, awful Power!
I call thee: I myself commend
Unto thy guidance from this hour;
Oh! let my weakness have an end!

Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;

The confidence of reason give;

And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me

live!

POEMS

COMPOSED

DURING A TOUR, CHIEFLY ON FOOT.

1

BEGGAR $.

She had a tall Man's height, or more ;
No bonnet screen'd her from the heat;

A long drab-colour'd Cloak she wore,
A Mantle reaching to her feet:

What other dress she had I could not know; Only she wore a Cap that was as white as snow.

In all my walks, through field or town,

Such Figure had I never seen:

Her face was of Egyptian brown :

Fit person was she for a Queen,

To head those ancient Amazonian files:

Or ruling Bandit's Wife, among the Grecian Isles.

Before me begging did she stand,

Pouring out sorrows like a sea;

Such woes I knew could never be;

And yet a boon I gave her; for the Creature Was beautiful to see; a Weed of glorious feature!

I left her, and pursued my way;
And soon before me did espy

A pair of little Boys at play,

Chasing a crimson butterfly;

The Taller follow'd with his hat in hand, Wreath'd round with yellow flow'rs, the gayest of the land.

The Other wore a rimless crown,
With leaves of laurel stuck about:
And they both follow'd up and down,

Each whooping with a merry shout;

Two Brothers seem'd they, eight and ten years

And like that Woman's face as gold is like to gold.

old;