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THE

FIRST SIX VERSES

OF THE

NINETIETH PSAL M.

O THOU, the firft, the greatest friend

Of all the human race!

Whofe ftrong right-hand has ever been

Their stay and dwelling-place!

Before

Before the mountains heav'd their heads

Beneath Thy forming hand, Before this pond'rous globe itself, Arofe at Thy command;

That Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds

This univerfal frame,

From countlefs, unbeginning time

Was ever ftill the fame.

Those mighty periods of years

Which seem to us fo vaft,

Appear no more before Thy fight
Than yesterday that's past.

Thou giv'ft the word: Thy creature, man, Is to existence brought;

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Thou layeft them, with all their cares,
In everlafting fleep;

As with a flood Thou tak'ft them off

With overwhelming sweep.

They flourish like the morning flow'r,
In beauty's pride array'd;

But long ere night cut down it lies
All wither'd and decay'd.

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MOUNTAIN DAISY,

On turning one down, with the Plough, in April 1786.

WEE, modeft, crimson-tipped flow'r,

Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the ftoure

Thy flender ftem.

To spare thee now is past my pow'r,

Thou bonnie gem.

Alas!

Alas! its no thy neebor sweet,

The bonnie Lark, companion meet!

Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet!

Wi' spreckl'd breast,

When upward-fpringing, blythe, to greet

The purpling East.

Cauld blew the bitter-biting North

Upon thy early, humble birth;

Yet chearfully thou glinted forth

Amid the storm,

Scarce rear'd above the Parent-earth

Thy tender form.

The flaunting flow'rs our Gardens yield, High fhelt'ring woods and wa's maun fhield;

But thou, beneath the random bield

O' clod or stane,

Adorns the hiftie ftibble-field,

Unfeen, alane.

There,

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