Imágenes de páginas

Why was an independent wish

E'er planted in my mind ?
If not, why am I subject to

His cruelty, or scorn ?
Or why has Man the will and pow'r

To make his fellow mourn ?


Yet, let not this too much, my Son,

Disturb thy youthful breast:
This partial view of human-kind

Is surely not the last!
The poor, oppressed, honest man

Had never, fure, been born,
Had there not been some recompense

To comfort those that mourn !



O Death! the poor man's dearest friend,

The kindest and the best!

[blocks in formation]

Welcome the hour my aged limbs

Are laid with thee at rest !
The Great, the wealthy fear thy blow,

From pomp and pleasure torn;
But, Oh ! a bleft relief to those

That weary-laden mourn!

[ocr errors][merged small]
[blocks in formation]

O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause

Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread Presence, ere an hour,

Perhaps I must appear!


If I have wander'd in those paths

Of life I ought to shun;
As Something, loudly, in my breaft,

Remonstrates I have done;


Thou know it that Thou haft formed me

With Paffions wild and strong; And lift'ning to their witching voice

Has often led me wrong.


Where human weakness has come short,

Or frailty stept afide,

Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art,

In shades of darkness hide.


Where with intention I have err'd,

No other Plea I have,
But, Thou art good; and Goodness still

Delighteth to forgive.

[ocr errors][merged small]
« AnteriorContinuar »