II.

The hoary Sire-the mortal ftroke,
Long, long, be pleas'd to spare;
To bless his little filial flock,

And show what good men are.

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;

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Blefs

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'ft the fnares on ev'ry hand,
Guide Thou their steps alway.

VI.

When foon or late they reach that coaft,
O'er life's rough ocean driv'n,
May they rejoice, no wand'rer loft,

A family in Heav'n!

VOL. II.

C

THE

THE

FIRST PSALM.

THE man, in life where-ever plac'd,

Hath happiness in ftore,

Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore!

Nor from the feat of Scornful Pride
Cafts forth his eyes abroad,

But with humility and awe

Still walks before his GOD.

That

That man fhall flourish like the trees
Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is fpread on high,
And firm the root below.

But he whofe bloffom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be caft,
And like the rootlefs ftubble toft,
Before the sweeping blaft.

For why? that God the good adore
Hath giv❜n them peace and reft,

But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly bleft.

PRAYER

Under the Preffure of Violent Anguish.

O THOU great Being! what Thou art

Surpaffes me to know:

Yet fure I am, that known to Thee

Are all Thy works below.

Thy