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S T A N Z A S
S A ME OCCASIO N...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene!
Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ? Some drops of joy with draughts of ill be
Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing
Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ?
Or Death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode?
I tremble to approach an angry God,
Fain would I say, 'Forgive my foul offence !!
Fain promise never more to disobey ;
Again I might desert fair Virtue's way;
Again exalt the brute and fink the man; Then how should I for Heav'nly Mercy pray, Who act fo counter Heav'nly Mercy's
plan? Who fin fo oft have mourn'd, yet to tempta
O Thou, Great Governor of all below!
If I may dare a lifted eye to thee,
Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,
Or still the tumult of the raging sea : With that controuling pow'r afsift ev'n me,
Those headlong, furious passions to confine ; For all unfit I feel my powers to be,
To rule their torrent in th' allowed line; O, aid me with Thy help, Omnipotence Divine!
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O Thou dread Pow'r, who reign's above :
I know Thou wilt me hear:
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make my pray'r fincere.
The hoary Sire—the mortal stroke,
Long, long, be pleas’d to spare ; To bless his little filial flock,
And show what good men are.
She, who her lovely Offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,
But spare a Mother's tears !
Their hope, their stay, their darling youth,
In manhood's dawning blush ;