III.

She, who her lovely offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,
O bless her with a mother's joys,
But spare a mother's tears!

IV.

Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, In manhood's dawning blush;

Bless him, Thou God of love and truth,

Up to a parent's wish.

V.

The beauteous, seraph sister-band,

With earnest tears I pray,

Thou know'st the snares on ev'ry hand,

Guide Thou their steps alway.

VI.

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!

THE

FIRST PSALM.

THE man, in life where-ever 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 man 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.

Sure 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.