O Thou, Great Governor of all below! If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee, Thy nod can make the tempeft cease to blow, Those headlong, furious paffions to confine To rule their torrent in th' allowed line ; ; O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine! Lying at a Reverend Friend's house, one night, the Author left the following Verses in the room where be flept : OTHOL I. THOU dread Pow'r, who reign't above, I know Thou wilt me hear; When for this scene of peace and love, II. The hoary fire-the mortal stroke, III. She, who her lovely Offspring eyes O blefs her with a Mother's joys, IV. Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, In manhood's dawning blush; Blefs him, Thou God of love and truth, V. The beauteous, feraph Sifter-band Thou know'ft the fnares on ev'ry hand, Guide Thou their fteps alway. VI. When foon or late they reach that coaft, May they rejoice, no wand'rer loft, THE FIRST PSALM. THE man, in life where-ever plac'd Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way Nor learns their guilty lore! Nor from the feat of fcornful Pride That man fhall flourish like the trees But he whose bloffom buds in guilt Shall to the ground be caft, For why? that God the good adore A PRAYER, Under the Preffure of Violent Anguish. THOU great Being! what Thou art, Surpaffes me to know: Yet fure I am, that known to Thee Are all Thy works below. Thy creature here before Thee ftands, All wretched and distrest; Yet fure thofe ills that wring my foul Sure Thou, Almighty, canft not act O, free my weary eyes from tears, Or close them faft in death! But if I maft afflicted be, To fuit fome wise design ; Then, man my foul with firm refolves |