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Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,

And trembled at his frown.

Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects, fluttering on the gale,

In mutual concourse rise :
Crop the gay rose’s vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,

In incense to the skies.

Wake, all ye mountain tribes, and sing ;
Ye blooming warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise
To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipt your glittering wings with gold,

And tun'd your voice to praise.

Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heavenly praise employ ;
Spread his tremendous name around,
Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,

The general burst of joy.

Ye, whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs’d on the downy lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at his throne ;
Ye princes, rulers, all adore ;
Praise him ye kings, who makes your power

An image of his own.

Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise the eternal Source of Love

With youth's enlivening fire :
Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh his blest name e-then soar away,

And ask an angel's lyre.


DEAR Chloe, while the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,

In Folly's maze advance;
Though singularity and pride
Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside,

Nor join the giddy dance,

From the gay world we'll oft retire
To our own family and fire,

Where love our hours employs;
No noisy neighbour enters here,
No intermeddling stranger near,

To spoil our heart-felt joys.

If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breat this jewel lies ;

And they are fools who roam :
The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,

And that dear hut our home.

Of rest was Noah's dove bereft,
When with impatient wing she left
That safe retreat, the ark;

Giving her vain excursion o'er,
The disappointed bird once more

Explor'd the sacred bark.

Though fools spurn Hymen's gentle powers, We, who improve his golden hours,

By sweet experience know, That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good

A paradise below.

Our babes shall richest comforts bring;
If tutord right, they'll prove a spring

Whence pleasures ever rise :
We'll form their minds, with studious care,
To all that's manly, good, and fair,

And train them for the skies.

While they our wisest hours engage,
They'll joy our youth, support our age,

And crown our hoary hairs:
They'll grow in virtue every day,
And thus our fondest loves repay,

And recompense our cares.

No borrow'd joys, they're all our owy,
While to the world we live unknown,

Or by the world forgot :
Monarchs! we envy not your state;
We look with pity on the great,

And bless our humble lot,

Our portion is not large, indeed ;
But then how little do we need!

For nature's calls are few :
In this the art of living lies,
To want no more than may suffice,

And make that little do.

We'll therefore relish, with content,
Whate'er kind Providence has sent,

Nor aim beyond our power;
For if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,

Nor lose the present hour.

To be resign'd when ills betide,
Patient when favours are denied,

And pleased with favours given;
Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part;
This is that incense of the heart

Whose fragrance smells to heaven.

We'll ask no long protracted treat,
Since winter-life is seldom sweet ;

But when our feast is o'er,
Grateful from table we'll arise,
Nor grudge our sons, with envious eyes,

The relics of our store.

Thus, hand in hand, through life we'll go ; Its chequer'd paths of joy and wo

With cautious steps we'll tread ;

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