Extend thy ev'ry noble pow'r to save Beam o'er the world one pure eternal day! Miss H. FALCON ÁR. PERIS THE NEGROES. ERISH th' illib'ral thought which would debase Perish Perish the proud philosophy which fought No: they have heads to think, and hearts to feel, Of high-foul'd paffion, and ingenuous shame; Nor weak their fenfe of honour's proud controul; For pride is virtue in a Pagan foul; A fenfe of worth, a confcience of defert, A high, unbroken haughtiness of heart; That felf-fame ftuff which erft proud empires fway'd, Love but lafts a tranfient season, Who would lofe the fecret pleasure DR. HAWKESWORTH. I Read God's awful name emblazon'd high Wrought in each flower, infcrib'd on ev'ry tree; I hear the voice of God among the trees. Thy hopes fhall animate my drooping foul, Secure within the temple of thine arms, From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free, Then when the laft, the clofing hour draws nigh, And earth recedes before my fwimming eye; When When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate MRS. BARBAULD. SECT. XIII. IF ON PROSPERITY AND ADVERSITY. F the foft hand of winning pleasure leads If friendless in a vale of tears I ftray, MRS. BARBAULD. EHOLD where breathing love divine B Our dying mafter ftands! His weeping followers gathering round II. From that mild teacher's parting lips Became its author well. III. Blefs'd is the man whose soft'ning heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the fupplicating eye Was never rais'd in vain : IV. Whose breaft expands with gen'rous warmth, A ftranger's woes to feel; And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He fpreads his kind fupporting arms To every child of grief; His fecret bounty largely flows, And brings unafk'd relief! |