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9. Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
In mutual concourse rise ;
In incense to the skies.
Harmonious antheins raise
And tun'd your voice to praise.
In heav'nly praise employ;
The gen'ral burst of joy.
Fall prostrate at his throne :
An image of his own.
With youth's enliv'ping fire:
The universal prayer. 1. FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime, ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind;
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will.
4. What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
That more than heav'n pursue.
Let me not cast away ;
T enjoy is to obey.
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round. 7. Let, not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw;
On each I judge thy foe.
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way!
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent. 10. Teach me to feel another's wo,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy show to me.
Since quicken'd by thy breath ;
All else beneath the sun
And let thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies !
All nature's incense rise.
Conscience. 1. O TREACH'ROUS conscience! while she seems to sleep,
On rose and myrtle, Iulld with syren song ;
And her dread diary with horror fills.
She reconnoitres fancy's airy band,
And steals our embryos of iniquity. 3. As all rapacious usurers conceal
Their doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs ;
On an infant.
Soon I hasten'd from the womb :
Ere I measur'd out my span.
I no gay delights could view:
5. All our gaity is vain,
All our laughter is but pain:
Attendant on the spring!
And woods thy welcome sing.
Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
Or mark the rolling year ? 3. Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flow'rs,
Of birds among the bow'rs.
To pull the flow'rs so gay, Starts, thy curious voice to bear,
And imitates thy lay.
Thou fly'st the vocal vale,
Another spring to hail.
Thy sky is ever clear ;
No winter in thy year!
We'd make, with social wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring;
Day. A pastoral in three parts, 1. In the barn the tenant cock,
Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock !)
Jocúnd that the morning's nigh. 2. Swiftly from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire ;
And the peeping sun-beam now
Paints with gold the village spire. 3. Philomei forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night; And the lark to meet the morn.
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight. 4. From the low-roofd cottage ridge,
See the chatt'ring swallow spring; Darting through the one-arch'd bridge,
Quick she dips her dappled wing. 5. Now the pine tree's waving top
Gently greets the morning gale :
Daisies on the dewy dale.
(Restless till her task be done,) Now the busy bee's employ'd
Sipping dew before the sun.
Where the limpid stream distils,
When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious ;-whilst the huntsinan's horn,
Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe. 9. Sweet-U sweet, the warbling throng,
On the white emblossom'd spray!
Echoes to the rising day.
10. FERVID on the glitt'ring food,
Now the noontide radiance glows: Drooping o'er its infant bud,
Not a dew-drop's left the rose. 11. By the brook the shepherd dines,
From the fierce meridian heat,
Pendent o'er his grassy seat. 12. Nor the fiock forsakes the glade,
Where uncheck'd the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade
By the ivy'd abbey wall.