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But Reuben's strange divisións justly wrought Meet for the necks of those who win the spor? Amongst his brethren deep concern of thought. When triumph offers its reward fris toil. Ah! while the nation in affliction lay,

Thus perish all whom God's decrees oppose, How could't thou, Reuben, by the sheepfolds itay, Thus, like the vanquilli'd, perish all thy foes; And let thy bleating flock divert thy days

But let the men' chat in thy name delight That idly pass’d thee with inglorious case ? Be like the sun in heavenly glory bright, Divided tribe, without thy dangers free,

When mounted on the dawn he posts away, Deep were the searchings of our heart for thee. And with full ftrength encreases on the day. Our Gilead too, by such example sway'd,

'Twas here the prophetess respit'd from long, With unconcern beyond the river stay'd,

Then loudly shouted all the cheerful throng, And Dany in ships at sea for safety rode,

By freedom gain'd, by victory complete, And frighten'd Asher in its rock's abode.

Prepar'd for mirth irregularly great. Now sing the field, the feats of war begun, The frowns of forrow gave their ancient place And praise thy Napthali with Zebulun,

To pleasure, drawn in (niiles of every face. To deaths expos'd, in posts advanc'd they stood The groans of slavery were no longer wrung, With fouls resolv'd, and gallant rag'e of blood. But thoughts of comfort from the bleffing sprung. Then came the kings and fought, the gather'd | And as they shout-d from the breezy west, kiüg's

Amongst the plumes that deck the singer's crest,
By waters streaning from Megiddo's springs ; The spirit of applause itself convey'd
In Taanach vale sustain'd the daring toil,

On wafted air, and lightly waving play'd :
Yet neither fought for pay, nor won the spoil. Such was the case (or such ideas flow
The skies, indulgent in the cause of right,

From thought replenish'd with triumphant Mow). On Israel's side, against their army fight,

What rais'd their joy their love could also raise, In evil aspects, stars and planets tange,

And each contended in the words of praise, And by the weather in tempestuous change And every word proclaim'd the wonders past, Promote the dire distress, and niake it known And God was till the first, and still the last; That God has hosts above to save his own.

Deep in their souls the fair impression lay, The Kishon swell’d, grew rapid as they fed, Deep trac'd, and never to be worn away, And roll'd then finking down its fandy bed.

From hence the rescued generation fill O river Kishon, river of renown!

Abhoir'd the pracłice of rebellious ill, And, O my soul, that trod their glory down? And fear’d the punishment for ill abhorr'u, The ftony paths, by which disorder'd flight And lov'd repentance, and ador'd the Lord. Convey'd their troops and chariots from the fight, From hence in all their days the Lord was kind, With rugged points their horses hools distressid, His face ferene with fettled favour thin'd, And broke them prancing in inipetuous haste. Fair banish'd Order was recall'd in ftatc,

Curse, curse ye Meroz, curfe the town abhorr’d, The laws reviv'd, the princes rul'ut the gate, (So spake the glorious angel of the Lord)

Peace cheer'd the vales, Contentment laugh'd with För Meroz came not in the field prepar’d,

Peace, To join that side on which the Lord declar'd. Gay blooming Plenty rose with largc increase, But bless ye Jael, be the Kenite's name

Sweet Mercy thofe who thought on mercy blest, Above ont women's bless'd in endless fame. And so for forty years the land had rest. The captain, faint with fore- fatigue of flight,

Reft, happy land, a while; ah longer so, Implor'd for water to support his might,

Didst thou thine happincís sincerely know ! And milk she pour'd him, while he water fought, But soon thy quiet with thy goodness part, And in her lordly dish her hutter brought.

And in the song alone obtain'd to Jaft. With courage well-deserving to prevail,

Live, fong triumphant, live in fair record, One hand the hamnier held, and one'the nail, And teach succeeding times to scar the Lord; And him, reclin'd to sleep, the boldly slew, For fancy noves by bright exaniple woo'd, She smote, the pierc'd, the struck the temples and wins the mind with images of good. through.

Touch'd with a facred rage and heavenly flanie, Before her feet, relu&ant on the clay,

I strive to sing thine universal aiin,
He bow'd, he fell; he bow'd, he fell, he lay; To quit the fubject, and in lays sublime,
He bow'd, he fell, he dy'd. By such degrees The moral fit for any point of time.
As thrice she struck, each stroke's effce the fees. Then go, my verses, with applying ftrain,

His mother gaz'd with long-expecting eyes; Go form a triuniph not afcrib'd to men.
And, grown in patient, through the lattice cries, Let all the clouds of grief impending lie,
Why moves the chariot of my son so flow? And storms of trouble drive along the sky,
Or what affairs retard his coming so?

Then hunbled Piety thine accents raise,

For Her ladies answer'd--but she would not stay,

prayer will prove the powerful charm of eafc. (For pride had taught what flattery meant to say) Ln, now my foul has spoke its beft defires, 'They've sped, she says, and now the prey they How blessings answer what the prayer requires! share,

Before thy lighs the clouds of grief retreat, For each a damsel, or a lovely pair,

The forms of trouble by thy tears abate, or Sisera's part a robe of gallant grace,

And radiant glory, from her upper sphere, Where diverse colours rich embroidery trace, Looks down and glitters in rclented air.

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35 Pise, lovely Piety, from earthy bed,

If in mine offspring thou prolong my line,
The parted flame descends upon chine head, The child I wish for all his days be thinc;
This wondrous mitre, franı'd by facred love, His life devoted, in thy courts be led,
And for thy triumph sent thee from above,

And not a razor come upon his head.
In two bright points with upper rays aspires,

Sn, from recesses of her inmost soul,
And rounds thy ten ples with innocuous fires. Through moving lips her still devotion stole :
Rise, lovely Piety, with pomp appear,

As silent waters glide through parted trees,
And thou, kind Mercy, lend thy chariot here; Whose branches trenible with a rising breeze.
On either side, fair Fame anú Honour place, The words were lost because her heart was low,
Behind let Plenty walk in hand with Peace; But free defire had taught the mouth to go;
While Irreligion, muttering horrid sound,

This Eli mark'd, and, with a voice severe, With fierce and proud Oppression backward bound, While yet she multiply'd her thoughts in prayer, Drag by the wheels along the dusty plain,

How long shall wine, he cries, distract thy breast? And gnashing lick the ground, and curse with pain. Be gone, and lay the drunken fic by rest. Now come, ye thousands, and more thousands Ah! says the mourner, count not this for fin, yet,

It is not wine, but grief, that works within; With order join to fill the train of state,

The spirit of thy wretched handmaid know, Souls tund for praising to the temple bring, Her prayer's complaint, and her condition woe. And thus amidst the sacred music sing :

Then (pake the sacred priest, in peace depart, Hail, Piety! triumphant goodness, hail!

And with thy confort God fulfil thine heart! Hail, O prevailing, ever o prevail !

His blelling thus pronounc'd with awful sound, At thine entreaty, Justice leaves to frown,

The votary bending leaves the solemn ground, And wrath appealing lays the thunder down); She seemis confirm'd the Lord has heard her cries, The tender heart of yearning Mercy burns, And cheerful hope the tears of trouble dries, Love asks a blessing, and the Lord returns.

And makes her alter'd eyes irradiace roll, In his great name that heaven and earlis has niade, With joy that dawiis in chought upon the soul. In his great pame alone we find our aid;

Now let the town, and tent, and court remain,
Then bless the Name, and let the world adore, And leap the time till Hannah comes again.
From this time forward, and for evermore.

As painted prospects fkip along the green,
Froin hills to mountains eminently seen,

And leave their intervals that sink below,
Η Α Ν Ν Α Η.

In deep retreat, and unexpress'd to show.

Bchold ! she comes (but not as once she came, Now crowds move off, retiring trumpets found, To grieve, to figh, and teach her eyes to stream); On echoes dying in their last rebound;

Content adorns her with a lively face, The notes of fancy seem no longer strong,

An open look, and smiling kind of grace;
But Iweetening cinses fit a private song.

Her little Samuel in her arms the bears,
So when the storms forsake the fea's command, The wish of long desire, and child of prayers;
To break their forces in the winding land,

And as the facrifice she brought begun,
No more their blasts tumultuous rage proclaim, To reverend Eli she presents her son.
But sweep in niurmurs o'er a murmuring stream. Here, cries the niother, here my Lord may see

Then leek the subject, and its sung be mine, The woman conic, who pray'd in grief by thee:
Whose numbers, mixt in sacred story, Mine : The child I fued for, God in bounty gave;
Go, brightly working thought, prepar'd to fly, And what he granted, let him now receive.
Above the page on hovering pinions lie,

But still the votary feels her temper move, And beat with stronger force, to make thee rise With all the tender violence of love, Where beauteous Hannah nieets the searching eyes. That still enjoys the gift, and inly buros

There frame a town, and fix a tent with cords, To learch for larger, or for more returns. The town be Shiloh callid, the tent the Lord's. Then, fill'd with blessings which allure to praise, Carv'd pillars, fillected with silver, rear,

And rais'd by joy to soul-enchanting lays, To close the curtains in an outward square,

Thus thanks the Lord, beneficently kind, But those within it, which the porch uphold, In sweet effusions of the grateful mind : Be finely wrought, and overlaid with gold, My lifting heart, with more than common heat, Here Eli comes to take the resting feat,

Sends up its thanks to God on every beat, Slow moving forward with a reverend gait : My glory, rais'd above the reach of scorp, Sacred in office, venerably sage,

To God exalts its highly planted horn; And venerably great in filver'd age.

My mouth enlarg'd, mine enemies defies, Here Hannah comes, a nielancholy wife,

And finds in God's salvation full replies. Reproach'd for barren in the marriage life; Oh, bright in holy beauty's power divine, Like summer mornings Me to fight appears, There's none whose glory can compare with thine! Bedew'd and Mining in the midlt of rears.

None share thine honours, nay, there's none Her heart in bitterness of grief she buw'd,

beside, And thus her wishes to it!' Lord the vow'd : No rock oo which thy creatures can conside. Is thou thine hanumaid wiii conipassion fee',

Ye proud in spirits, who your gist adore, 111, my God! am not forgot by thee;

Unlearn the faulis, and (cak with pride no more;

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No more your words in arrogance be shown, With force encreasing then the leaps the bounds,
Nor call the works of Providence your own, And largely fiows on more extended grounds;
Since he that rules us infinitely knows,

Spreads wide and wider, till vast seas appear,
And, as he wills, his acts of power dispose.

And boundless views of Providence are here.
The strong, whose finewy forces arch'd the bow, How swift these viewe along her anthem glide,
Have seen it Thatter'd by the conquering foe; As waves on waves push forward in the tide!
The weak have felt their nerves more firmly brace, How swift thy wonders o'er my fancy sweep,
And new-sprung vigour in the limbs encrease. ( Providence, thou great unfathom'd deep !
The full, whom vary'd rates of plenty fed,

Where relignation gently dips the wing,
Have let their labour out to gain their bread. And learns to love and thank, admire and sing;
The poor, that languish'd in a starving state, But bold prefumptuous reasonings, diving down
Content and full, have ceas'd to beg their meat. To reach the bottom; in their diving drown.
The barren womb, no longer barren now,

Neglecting man, forgetful of thy ways,
(Oh, be my thanks accepted with my vow!) Nor owns thy care, nor thinks of giving praise,
In pleasure wonders at a mothers pain,

But from himself his happiness derives,
And sees her offspring, and conceives again ; And thanks his wisdom, when by thine he thrives;
While she that glory'd in her numerous heirs, His limbs at ease in soft repose he spreads,
Now broke by feebleness, no longer bears.

Bewitch'd with vain delights, on flowery beds ;
Such turns their rising from the Lord derive, And, while his sense the fragrant breezes kiss,
The Lord that kills, the Lord that makes olive; He meditates a waking dream of bliss;
He brings by sickness down to gaping graves,

He thinks of kingdonis, and their crowns are near;
And, by reftoring health, from fickness faves. He thinks of glories, and their rays appear;
He makes the poor by keeping back his store, He thinks of beauties, and a lovely face
And makes the rich by blessing men with more; Serenely smiles in every taking grace;
He sinking hcarts with bitter grief annoys,

He thinks of riches, and their heaps arise,
Or lifts them bounding with enliven'd jnys. Display their glittering forms, and fix his eyes;

He takes the beggar from his humble clay, Thus drawn with pleasures in a charming view,
From off the dunghill where despis’d he lay, Rifing he reaches, and would fain pursue.
To niix with princes in a rank fuprenie,

But still the fleeting fhadows mock his care,
Fill thrones of honour, and inherit fame:

And still his fingers grafy at yielding air;
For all the pillars of exalted state,

Wharc'er our tempers as their comforts want,
So nobly firm, so beautifully great,

It is not man's to take, but God's to grant.
Whose various orders bear the rounded ball, If then, per fisting in the vain design,
Which would without them to confusion fall, We look for bliss without an help divine,
All are the Lord's, at his difposure stand,

We still may search, and search without relief,
And prop the govern'd world at his conimand. Nor only want a bliss, but find a grief.

His mercy, still more wonderfully sweet, That such conviction may to light appear,
Shall guard the righteous, and uphold their feet, Sit down, ye fons of men, fpectators here;
While, through the darkness of ihe wicked soul, Behold a scene up on your folly wrought,
Amazement, dread, and desperation roll;

And let this lively scene initruct the thought.
While envy stops their tongues, and hopeless grief, Boy, blow the pipe until the bubble rife,
That sees their fears, but not their fears relief. Then cast it off to float upon the skies ;
And they their strength as unavailing view,

Still swell its sides with broath beauteous frame?
Since none fliall trust in that and safety too.

grows, it shines : be now the world thy nanie! The foes of Israel, for Israel's fuke,

Methinks creacion fornis itself within,
God will to pieces in his anger break;

The men, the towns, the birds, the crees, are seen;
His bolts of thunder, from an open'd sky,

The skies above present an azure thow,
Shall on their heads, with force unerring, fly. And lovely verdure paints an earth below.
His voice shall call, and all the world shall hcar, I'll wind myself in this delightful iphere,
And all for fentence at his feat


And live a thousand years of pleasure there;
But mount to gentler praises, mount again, Roll'd up in bliffes, which around we close,
My thoughts, prophetic of Messiah's reign; And now regal'd with these, and now with those.
Perceive the glories which around him shine, False hope, but faller words of joy, farewell,
And thus thine lynn be crown'd with grace You've rent the lodging where I meant to dwell,

My bubbles burst, my prospects disappear,
'Tis here the numbers find a bright rcposc,

And leave bchind a moral and a tear,
I'he vows accepted, and the votary goes.

If at the type our drcaming souls awake,
But thou, niy soul, upon her accents hung,

And Hannah's trains their juft imprellion make,
And sweetly pleas'd with what the sweetly fung, The boundless power of Providence we know,
Prolong the pleasure with thine in ward eyes, And fix our trust on nothing here below.
Turn back thy thoughts, and see the subject rise. Then he, grown pleas'd that men his greatness
In her peculiar case, the song begun,

And for a while through private blessings run, Looks down serenely from his starry throne,
As through their banks the curling watcrs play,

and bids the blesed days our prayers have won And soft in murmurs kiss the flowcry way,

Fut on chcir glories, and prepare tu run.



For which our thanks be justly fent above, Undaunted courage, deck'd with manly cliarms,
Enlarg'd by gladness, and inspir'd with love : With waving azure plumes, and gilded arms,
for which his praises be for ever sung,

Display'd the glories and the toils of fight,
O sweet employment of the grateful tongue ! Demanded fame, and call'd hin forth to write.

Burst forth, my temper, in a godly flame, To perfect these, the sacred Spirit came,
For all his blessings laud his holy name :

By mild infufion of celestial Aame, That, ere mine eyes faluted cheerful day,

And mov'd with dove-like candour in his breasta A gift devoted in the womb I lay,

And breath'd his graces over all the rest. Like Samuel vow'd, before my breath I drew, Ah! where che daring flights of men aspire, O could I prove in life like Samuel too!

To match his numbers with an equal fire;
That all my frame is exquisitely wrought,

In vain they strive to make proud Babel rise,
The world enjoy'd by ferise, and God by thought; And with an earth-born labour touch the skies :
That living freams through living channels glide, While I the glittering page resolv'd to view,
To make this frame by Nature's course abide; That will the subject of my lines renew;
That, for its good, by Providence's care,

The laurel wreath, my fame's imagin'd shade, l'ire joins with water, earth concurs with air ; Around my beating temples fears to fade; That mercy's ever-ioexhausled storė

My fainting fancy trembles on the brink, Is pleas'd to profler, and to promise more;

And David's God must help, or else I link. And all the proffers stream with grace divine, As rolling rivers in their channels flow, And all the promises with glory shine.

Swift from aloft, but on the level flow : O praise the Lord, my soul, in one accord,

Or rage in rocks, or glide along the plains, Let all that is within me praise the Lord;

So just, so copious, move the Psalmist's strains; O praise the Lord, my soul, and ever strive

Soiweetly vary'd with proportion'd hear, To keep the sweet temembrances alive.

So gentiy clear, or so sublimely great; Still raise the kind affe&ions of this:c heart,

While Nature's seen in all her forais to shine, Raise every grateful word to bear a part,

And mix with beauties drawn from Truth divine; With every word the strains of love devise, Sweet beauties (fwcet affection's endless rill) Awake thine harp, and thou thyself arise ;

That in the suul like honey drops distil. Then, if his mercy be not half express'd,

Hail, Holy Spirit, hail Supremely Kind, Let wondering silence magnify the rest.

Whose inspiration thus enlarg'd the mind;

Who taught him what the gentle shepherd sings,

Whac rich expressions suit the port of kings;

What daring words describe che soldier's heat, Bly though, on views of admiration hung, And what the prophet's ecstasies relato; Intently ravimid, and depriv'd of tongue,

Nor let his worst condition be forgot,
Now darts a while on earth, a while in air, In all this splendour of exalted thought,
Here mov'd with praise, and niov'd with glory On one thy different forcs of graces fall,

Still made for each, of equal force in all;
The.joys enerancing, and the mute surprise, And while from heavenly courts he feels a flame,
Hall fix the blood, and dim the moistening eyes; He fings the place from whence the blelling cane;
Pleasure and praise on one another break,

And makes his inspirations Tweetly prove
An exclamation longs at heart to speak;

The tuneful subject of the mind they move. When thus my genius on the work delign'd,

Inmortal Spirit, light of life ipitillid, waiting closely, guides the wandering mind. Who thus the holom of a mortal fill'd, If, while thy thanks would in thy lays be. Though weak my voice, and though my light be wrought,

dim, A bright attonishment involve the thought, Yet fain I'd praise thy wondrous gifts in him; Il yet thy temper would attempt to fing,

Then, since thine aid's attracted by desirc, Another's quill shall imp thy feebler wing; And they thac fpeak thee right must feel thy fire, Behold the name of royal David near,

Vouchtafe a portion of thy grace divine, Behold his music, and his measures hear,

And raise my voice, and in my numbers hine: Whose harp devotion in a rapture strung,

I fing of David, David fings of thee, And left no state of pious souls unsung.

Alict the Pfalmift, and his work in me,
Him to the wondering world but newly shewn, But now, my verse, arising on the wing,
Celestial poetry pronounc'd her own;

What part of all thy subject wilt thou fing?
A thousand hopes, on clouds adorn'd with rays, How fire thy first attempt ? in what resort
Bunt down their little beauteous forms to gaze; Of Palestina's plains, or Salem's court;
Fair blooming innocence, with tender years, Where, as his hands the solenin measure play'd,
And native sweetness for the ravish'd ears,

Curs'd liends with torment and confusion fled;
Prepar'j to smile within his early fong,

Where, at the rofy spring of cheerful light,
And brought their rivers, groves, and plains along: (If pious fane record tradition right)
Majestic honour, at the palace bred,

A soft cflation of celestial fire
Enrob'd in white, embroider'd o'er with red, Came like a rushing breeze, and shook the lyre;
Reach'd forth the sceptre of her royal fate, Still sweetly giving every trembling string
!-Lis forehead couch'd, and bių his lays be great, So much of sound, as made him wake to ling?


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Within my view the country first appears, He borrow'd notions from the kind retreat,
The country first enjoy'd his youthful years; Then sung the righteous in their happy state,
Then frame thy shady landscapes in my strain, And how, by providential care, success
Some conscious mountain, or accustom'd plain; Shall all their actions in due season bless;
Where by the waters, on the grass reclin'd,

So firm they stand, so beautiful they look,
With notes he rais'd, with notes he calm'd his As planted trees aside the purling brook :

Not faded by the rays that parch the plain,
For through the paths of rural life I'll stray, Nor careful for the want of dropping rain :
And in his pleasures paint a shepherd's day. The leaves sprout forth, the rising branches Mhoot,

Wich grateful fentiments, with active will, And summer crowns them with the ripen' à fruic.
With voice exerted, and enlivening skill,

But if the flowery field, with varied hue,
His free return of thanks he duly paid,

And native sweetness, entertain'd his view;
And each new day new beams of bounty shed. The flowery field with all the glorious throng
Awake, my tuneful harp; awake, he cries; Of lively colours rose, to paint his song;
Awake, my lute, the fun begins to rife;

Its pride and fall within the numbers ran,
My God, I'm ready now! then takes a flight, And spake the life of transitory man.
To purest Piety's exalted heigbe:

As grass arises by degrees unseen
Froni thence his soul, with heaven itself in view, To deck the breast of carth with lovely green,
On humble prayers and hunible praises flew. Till Nature's order brings the withering days,
The praise as pleafing, and as sweet the prayer,

And all the funimer's beauteous pomp decays;
As incense curling up through morning air. So, by degrees unseen, doth man arise,

When towards the field with early steps he trod, So bloonis by course, and so by course he dies.
And gaz'd around, and own'd the works of God, Or as her head the gaudy floweret heaves,
Perhaps, in sweet nielodious words of praise, Spreads to the sun, and boasts lier bilken leaves,
He drew the prospect which adorn'd his ways; Till accidental winds their glory shed,
The soil, but newly visited with rain,

And then they fall before the cime to fade;
The river of the Lord with springing grain, So man appears, fo falls in all his prime,
Inlarge, encrease the soften'd furrow blest, Erc age approaches on the steps of tinie.

year with goodness crown'd, with beauty drest. But thee, my God! thee still the same we find, And fill to power divine afcrito it all,

Thy glory lasting, and thy mercy kind;
From whose high paths the drops of fatness fall; That still the just, and alì his race, may know
Then in the sorg the smiling fights sejuice, No cause to mourn their swift account below.
And all the mute creation finds a voice;

When from beneath he saw the wandering
With thick returns delightful echoes fill

The paliur'd green, os soft afcending hill,

That graz'd the level, range along the steep,
Rais'd by the bleatings of unnuniber'd sheep, Then rose, the wanton Nragglers home to call,
To boast their glories in the crowds they keep. Before the pearly dews at evening fall;
And corn, that's waving in the western gale, Perhaps new thoughts the rising ground supply,
With joyful sound proclaims the cover'd vale. And that employs his mind which fills his eye.

Whene'er his flocks' the lovely shepherd drove, Fyom pointed hills, he cries, my wishes tend,
To neighbouring waters, to the neighbouring To that great hill frem whence supports descend;

The Lord's that hill, that place of fure defence,
To Jordan's flood, refresh'd by cooling wind, My wants obtain their certain help froni thence.
Or Cedron's brook, to mofly banks confin'd; And as large hills projected shadows throw,
In cafy nyies, and guise of lowly swain, (train : To ward the fun from of the vales below, ;
'Twas thus he charni'd and taught the listening Or for their safety stop the blatt above,

The Lord's my fhepherd, bountiful and good, That, with raw vapours loaded, nightly rove;
I cannot want, since he provides me food;

So shall proteción o'er his servants (pread,
Me for his sheep along the verdant nieads,

And I repose beneath the sacred shade,
Me, all too mead, his tender mercy leads,

Unhurt by rage, that, like a summer's day,
To taste the springs of life, arid talle repose

Dettroys and scorches with impetuous ray;
Wherever living pallure sweetly grows.

By waiting forrows, undepriv'd of rest,
And as I cannot want, I need not fear,

That fall, like danips by moon-fhine, on the breasts
For still the presence of my shepherd's near;

Fiere from the mind the prospects seem to wear, Through darksome vales, where beasts of prey And leave the couch'd design appearing bare; resort,

And now no more the shepherd sings his hill,
Where death appears with all his dreadful court, But' sings the sovereign Lord's protection still.
His rod and hook direct me when ! stray,

For as he fees the night prepar'd to come,
He calls to fold, and they direct my way.

On wings of evening he prepares for home;
Perhaps, when seated on the river's brink, And in the song thus adds a blessing more,
He saw the tender sheep at noon-day drink, To what the thought within the figure bore :
He sung the land where milk ar.d honey glide, Eternal goodness manifestly still
And fattening plenty rolls upon the ride.

Preserves my soul from cach approach of ill :
Or, fix'd within the freshness of a shade,

Ends all my days, as all my days begin,
Whöfc boughs diffuse their leaves around his head And keeps my goings, and my comings-in,

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