And when the pangs of woe thy breast must tear, When pleasure fades, and fancy charms no more, Still may those hopes the gloomy prospect cheer, Unmoved by grief, unchanged by fortune's power. May love, esteem, and friendship, crown thy days, STANZAS. Mrs. Carter. ACQUAINT thyself with Gop, and be at peace; No cold neglect the faithful heart repays, Whose stedfast aim solicits His regard; Each wish for merit, each attempt to please He views, and His approving smiles reward.. Thro' ev'ry changing scene His constant love ON A THUNDER STORM. By Bishop Lowth, at the age of 14. LOCKED in the arms of balmy sleep Sudden tremendous thunders roll, Whate'er, O LORD, in this dread hour, Vouchsafe, amidst this time of dread, Thy gracious arm to rear; O save from death each friendly head, If waked by Thy vindictive hand That peal the voice of Thy command, Welcome the bolt where'er it fall Beneath the passing sun; Thy sovereign will determines all, By all such strong explosive shakes, The glorious GOD the thunder makes, But if, as Nature's laws ordain, Quick interpose, all-gracious LORD, Arise, and be alike adored, Let it not fall where riot foul Succour the couch where beauty lies, Awhile O spare those sinful breasts Thus in the awful judgment day, Well pleased, O LORD, each eye shall see Those final thunders hurled; And mark with joy, for love of Thee, ON THE BATH HOSPITAL. Open to the sick Poor of every Part of the World. O! PAUSE awhile, whoe'er thou art Anstey. Think on the wretch whose distant lot Think, how in some poor lonely cot Hither the helpless stranger bring, Relieve his heart-felt woe; So may thy years from grief, and pain, And thou from Heaven that mercy gain CHILD OF MAN.-J. Bowdler, Jun. "CHILD of Man, whose seed below "Heir of want, and doubt, and pain, "Child of Dust, Corruption's son, 66 By pride deceived, by pride undone, "Willing captive, yet be free, "Take my yoke, and learn of me; "I, of heaven and earth the LORD, "GOD with GOD, the eternal WORD, "I forsook my Father's side, "Toil'd, and wept, and bled, and died. "Child of Doubt, does fear surprize, "Vexing thought within thee rise; Wondering, murmuring, dost thou gaze "On evil men and evil days? "Oh! if darkness round thee lower, "Darker far my dying hour; "Which bade that fearful cry awake, 66 My God, my GOD, dost thou forsake! "Child of Sin, by guilt oppress'd, |