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Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those 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,
BY THE SAME.
THE lofty pillars of the sky,
And spacious concave rais'd on high, Spangled with stars, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim;
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
For ever singing as they shine,
How short is life's uncertain space'
Alas! how quickly done!
How swift the wild precarious chace!
And yet how difficult the race,
How very hard to run!
Youth stops at first its wilful ears
Experienc'd age, worn out with cares,
What though its prospects now appear
Yet groundless hope, and anxious fear,
Since then false joys our fancy cheat With hopes of real bliss;
Ye guardian pow'rs that rule my fate,
The only wish that I create,
Is all compris'd in this:
May I through life's uncertain tide,
But should your providence divine
May all those blessings you design,
BY CHARLOTTE SMITH.
TO THE MOON.
QUEEN of the silver bow!-by thy pale beam,
Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast;
Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here. Oh! that I soon may reach thy world serene, Poor wearied pilgrim-in this toiling scene!
DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE.
SWEET poet of the woods—a fong adieu!
Whether on spring thy wandering flights await,
For still thy voice shall soft affections move,
ODE TO INNOCENCE..
BY JOHN OGLVIE, D. D.
'Twas when the slow declining ray
No sound disturb'd the sleeping fold;
When by a murmuring rill reclin'd,
Sat wrapt in thought a wandering swain; Calm peace compos'd his musing mind; And thus he rais'd the flowing strain:
"Hail, Innocence! celestial maid!
What joys thy blushing charms reveal!
And milder than the vernal gale.