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Where with intention I have errd,

No other plea I have,
But, Thou art good; and goodness still

Delighteth to forgive.

STANZAS

ON THE SAME OCCASION.

WHY am I lot

leave this earthly scene ! Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ! Some drops of joy with draughts of ill betweep :

Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing storms : Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ?

Or death's uplovely, dreary, dark, abode ?
For guilt, for guilt, my terrors are in arms;

I tremble to approach an angry God,
And justly smart beneath his sin-avenging rod.
Fain would I say, ' Forgive my foul offence !

Fain promise, pever more to disobey ;
Put, should my Author health again dispense,

Again I might desert fair virtue's way;
Again jo folly's path might go astray:

Again exalt the brute, and sink the man; Then how should I for heavn'ly mercy pray,

Who counteract so heav'nly mercy's plan?
Who sio so oft have mourn’d, yet to temptation ran.
O thou great Governor of all below!

If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee,
Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,

or still the tumult of the raging sea : With that controlling power assist ev'n me,

Those headlong furious passions to confine; For all unfit I feel my pow'rs to be,

To rule the torrent in th' allowed line : 0, aid me with thy help, Omnipotence Divine !

LYING AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S* HOUSE ONE

NIGHT, THE AUTHOR LEFT
THE FOLLOWING VERSES

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IN A ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT.

O

THOU dread Pow'r, who reign'st above !
I know thou wilt me hear,
When for this scene of peace and love

I make my pray'r sincere.
The hoary sire the mortal stroke,

Long, long, be pleas'd to spare ;
To bless his little filial fiock,

And show what good men are.
She, who her lovely offspring eyes

With tender hopes and fears,
0, bless her with a mother's joys,

But spare a mother's tears!
Their hope, their stay, their darling youth,

In madhood's dawning blush ;
Bless him, thou God of love and truth,

Up to a parent's wish.
The beauteous, seraph, sister-band,

With earnest tears I pray,
Thou kyow'st the snares on ev'ry hand,

Guide thou their step alway.
When soon or late they reach that coast,

O'er life's rough ocean driv'n,
May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost,

A family in Heav'n!

• Dr. Laurie, then minister of the parish of Loudon.

THE FIRST PSALM.
THE man, in life wherever plac'd,

Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,

Nor learns their guilty lore !
Nor from the seat of scornful pride

Casts forth his eyes abroad,
But with humility and awe

Still walks before his God.
That may shall flourish like the trees

Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is spread on high,

And firm the root below.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt

Shall to the ground be cast,
And like the rootless stubble tost,

Before the sweeping blast.
For why? that God the good adore,

Hath giv’n them peace and rest ;
But hath decreed that wicked men

Shall ne'er be truly blest.

A PRAYER,

UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH. O THOU Great Being! what thou art

Surpasses me to know : Yet sure I am,

that known to thee
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before thee stands,

All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul

Obey thy high behest.

süre thou, Almighty, canst not act

From cruelty or wrath !
O, free my weary eyes from tears,

Or close them fast in death !
But if I must afflicted be,

To suit some wise design;
Then man my soul with firm resolves

To bear, and not repine!

THE
FIRST SIX VERSES

OF THE NINETIETH PSALM.
O

THOU, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race !
Whose strong right hand has ever been

Their stay and dwelling place ! Before the mountains heav'd their heads

Beneath thy forming hand,
Before this pond'rous globe itself

Arose at thy command ;
That pow'r that rais'd and still opholds

This universal frame,
From countless unbeginning time

Was ever still the same.
Those mighty periods of years

Which seem to us so vast, Appear no more before thy sight

Than yesterday that's past.
Thou giv'sı the word : Thy creature, mat,

Is to existence brought ;
Again thou say’st, ' Ye sons of men,

Return ye into nought!'
Thou layest them, with all their cares

In everlasting sleep ;
As with a flood thou tak'st them off

With overwhelming sweep.

They flourish'd like the morning flow'r,

In beauty's pride array'd;
But long ere night cut down it lies,

All wither'd and decay'd.

TO RUIN.

All hail ! inexorable lord!
At whose destruction-breathing word

The mightiest empires fall !
Thy cruel woe-delighted train,
The ministers of grief and pain,

A sullen welcome, all !
With stern, resolv’d, despairing eye,

I see each aimed dart;
For one has cut my dearest tye,
And quivers in my heart;
Thenlowering and pouring,

The storm no more I dread;
Though thickening and blackeniog

Round my devoted head.

And thou grim pow'r hy life abhorr'a,
While life a pleasure can afford,

Oh! hear a wretch's pray’r!
No more I shrink appali’d, afraid;
I court, I beg thy friendly aid,

To close this scene of care!
Wher shall my soul, in silent peace,

Resign life's joyless day;
My weary heart its tbrobbing cease,
Cold mould'ring in the clay?
No fear more, po tear more,

To stain my lifel ss face ;
Enclasped, and gra ped

Within thy cold embrace !

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