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i TO THE DEITY, ON THE PROGRESSION OF HUMAN LIFE.
Th' undaunted mariner, in hopes of gain, HAIL, sracious Father, 'tis to thee we owe
Each friendly blessing granted us below: Leaves quiet scenes to plow the raginginajn ; Of life's review if we the features trace, Tho'bless’d with plenty, quits his native soil, Each day will prove a miracle of grace. In search of diftant climes, with painful toil.
The helpless babe, unable to supply With breast ambitious, and devoid of fear, Its infant wants, would ficken, droop, and die, From east to weft, from north to fouth, he'll Unless thou didst the feeble guest fustain,
Iteer ; And guide some hand to mitigate its pain. Anxious for riches, he disdains to sun But with parental love thou dost inspire Eicher the frigid or the torrid zone. 'The tender mother, and th' enraptuc'd fire; Storms bellow loud, the ship's now toft 013 Each in their place nor pains nor trouble
(care. Bencatħ the waves, half bury'd, now does lie; But o'er their offspring watch with willing The lightning flashes, and the thunder roars,
Upheld by thee, one added year affords Nature's at war, and diftant are the shores.-Some little strength, and with but half-form'd What but a God Omnipotent could save words
The much affrightedcrew, and stillthe wave! The child tisps out its wants, and fain would Buc thou in mercy stretcheft forth thy hand, talk,
[walk; And seas and winds obey thy dread comAnd, with flow tottering steps, attempts to
mand. The fondling parents, with regard fincere, Infancy, childhood, manhood overpast, Giadly behold, and drop the joyous tear. Feeble old age comes creeping on at last; With years increasing, strength increaseth Bow'd down with years, and frequently too,
with pains, Reason expands, and blossoms to the view: Nought but the femblance of a man remains ; Free'd from th' attention of the careful nurse, With faultering speechi, dim eyes, each sense To learning's fount directed is its course,
decay'd, The tutord yonth is taught to know his God. How much is wanted thy paternal aid ! His precepts practise, and obey the rod. Thouseeft his wants; to ease them or remove, Each winning airt is us’d, bis mind to store Thou guid'st some friendly hand, or filiallove. With folid judgement, and with virtuous lore.. Since man, frail man! in every stage of Yet thus advanc’rl, without a guardian-friend,
life, His futtering life would quickly meet its end, Todangers provie, to trouble, care, and strife; His playful sports cach day would him expose And since our greatrCeator, kind thoughjust, To dangers great, to unexpected woes. Decreed frail mortals all should turn to dust, How oft the ball, or quoit, high-pois'd in air, And all our prudence, every anxious care, Would strike him dead! unless with hea Will not persuade the tyrant Deadli to spare ; venly care
[head As things are so, our voices let us raise, Thou didst avert the blow; and o'er his Ann hail the God of Heaven with hymns Unalk'd, thy kind, thy saving thield didít
of praise! spread!
[lave, Thank him for all the mercies he has shed, By summer's heat oppress'd, he haftes to Thank biin for fhielding oft' th” endanger'd And headlong plunge beneath the rapid
[brake Imprefs'u with gratitude, let's still return Or loitering sleeps, where lurks within the Our grateful praises, every night and morn! The fork-longued adder, or the coiled snake; Let all our prayers to Heaven directed be, Dangers encountering in a thousand shapes, With folemn awe, unfeign'd humility! Aided by thee, these dangers lie escapes. Let pride, let envy, every vice depart, Manhood comes next, when reason is ma And find no footing in the Chriftian's heart ! tur'd,
May justice, mercy, charity, combine, Yet then from danger is he not ensur'd, And every virtue in our bofoms Thine ! [all, Far, far from this---for oft, with busy mind, Thee let us praise ! Thee, the great Lord of He plans those scheires, which nought but Without whose will a sparrow shall not fall! perils fird.
I. A. CUXATUS.
0 D E Τ ο A F F E C Τ Ι Ο Ν. ARIA, hail the gentle nane,
Peace to those hours, whose tranfient ítream.
In tides of rapture flow'd!
Withr mildest luitre glow'd!
And takes the filial carel
The Sisters' Broilier's share.
Farewell, thou early lost ! my lays
To sympathy impait
The tale of Woe-a Father's praise
May wake the feeling heart! E. B. G.
P R E F A C E.
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