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9. But as the fragrant myrtle wreath,
Will all the rest survive:
Through endless ages live.
Duties of the morning. 2. SEE the time for sleep has run;
Rise before or with the sun.
The realm it gilds with glory too : 2 See the day that dawns in air,
Brings along its toil and care.
That knows that God has order'd all. 3. And whether, with a small repast,
We break the noble morning fast;
His glory still be kept in view. 4. O, Giver of eternal bliss,
Heav'nly Father, grant me this !
The mind to be cultivated,
1. Hean, ye fair mothers of our isle,
Nor scorn your poet's homely style.
Remember, truth is sterling gold. 2. You judge it of important weight,
To keep your rising offspring straight?
Or slay the monarch of the main.
By passion, prejudice, and pride?
The worst deformity of all.
Few fear obliquity of mind.
But the soul's index, or its case? 5. Now take a similc at hand;
Compare the mental soil to land.
So harvest shall repay your toil. 5. If human minds resemble trees,
(As ev'ry moralist agrers,
Dependence on Providence.. 1. Regard the world with cautious eye,
Nor raise your expectation high.
'Tis pride and passion point the sting; 2. Life is a sea where storns must risc;
'Tis folly talks of cloudles skies:
Leave to your Maker all the rest. 4. The hand which form'u thee in the womb,
Guides from the cradle to the tomb.
The humble and the honest heart? 5. Heav'n may not grant thee all thy mind;
Yet say not thou that Heav'n's unkind.
To morrow, Goudness takes arvay. 6. You say, that troubles intervene;
That sorrows darken half the scene.
Beyond the bound'ries of the skies.
But never let thy pray'r be wealth,
If food be thine, (though little gold,)
The pleasures of retirement. 1. HAPPY the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound ; Content to breath his native air,
In his own ground. 2. Wl:ose herds with milk, whose fields with bread..
Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire. 3. Blest who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away, In health of body; peace of mind,
Quiet by day. 4. Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mix’d; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please,
Thus,untamented let me die,
Tell where I lie.
The Sluggard. 1. 'Tis the voice of the sluggard-I heard him complain,
“ You have wak'd me to soon, I must slumber again.” As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed
Turns Lis sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. 2." A little more sleep a little more slumber :" Thus he wastes half his days, and his hours without
number: And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about saunt'ring, or trifling he stands. 3. I pass’d by the garden, I saw the wild brier,
The thorn, and the thistle, grow broader and higher, The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags ;
And his money still wastes, still he starves or he begs. 4. I made him a visit, still hoping to find
He had ta'en better care for improving his mind :
But he scarce reads the Bible, and never loves thinking 5, Said I then to my heart, “ Here's a lesson for me;
That man's but a picture of what I might be;
Creation and Providenee.
1. I sing th' almighty pow'r of God,
That made the mountains rise ;
And built the lofty skies.
The sun to rule the day :