O how canst thou renounce the boundless store From labour health, from health contentment springs; Contentment opes the source of every joy. His heart, from cruel sport estranged, would bleed To work the woe of any living thing. And from the prayer of want and plaint of woe, O never, never turn away thine ear. Hence ! ye who snare and stupify the mind, O Edwin, while thy heart is yet sincere, Oft from apparent ill our blessings rise; For thou art but of dust; be humble, and be wise. Of chance or change, ()! let not man complain, But spare, O time, whate'er of mental grace, Whate'er of fancy's ray, or friendship's flame, is mine. Vigour from toil, from trouble patience grows. True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind Henceforth, no earthly hope with heaven shall share His heart, when peace serenely shines at last. O man! creation's pride, Heaven's darling child, Whom Nature's best divinest gifts adorn; Why from thy home are truth and joy exil'd, And all thy fav'rite haunts with blood and tears defil'd! None speaks false, when there is none to hear. Spiders ensnare, snakes poison, tygers prowl, If I one soul improve, I have not lived in vain. Eyes dazzled long by fiction's gaudy rays, Fancy enervates, while it soothes the heart. And yet, alas! the real ills of life We fare on earth as other men have fared: How they have borne the load ourselves are doom'd to bear. How sweet the words of Truth breath'd from the lips of Love. What cannot art and industry perform, When science plans the progress of their toil! COWPER. NATURE is but the name of an effect, Happy the man, who sees a GOD employ'd Time was, we closed as we began the day, It seems the part of wisdom, and no sin : O, friendly to the best pursuits of man, Few know thy value, and few taste thy sweets. MRS. CUTTS.-Almeria. WHAT age too soon to bring the stubborn will That no instruction's wanted, no control? On sound religion all his hopes were plac'd, But tho' as thro' a glass his ways appear, GOD leaves himself not without witness here, More fully seen hereafter, when that plan, Which in its circle takes the whole of man, Shall be complete, and ev'ry part approve Itself the work of Wisdom, join'd with Love. Judge for thyself, nor idly rest thy faith- And what HE wills, from Scripture only known. |