Thy nod can make the tempeft cease to blow,
Or ftill the tumult of the raging fea :
With that controuling pow'r affift ev'n me,

Those headlong, furious paffions 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!

Lying

Lying at a Reverend Friend's boufe one night, the Author left the following Verses in the room where he slept :

II.

The hoary Sire-the mortal ftroke,
Long, long, be pleas'd to fpare;
To blefs his little filial flock,

And show what good men are.

III.

She, who her lovely Offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,

O bless her with a Mother's joys,
But fpare a Mother's tears!

IV.

Their hope, their stay, their darling youth,

In manhood's dawning blush;

Blefs

Blefs him, Thou God of love and truth,

Up to a parent's wish.

V.

The beauteous, feraph Sifter-band,

With earnest tears I pray,

Thou know'ft the fnares on ev'ry hand,

Guide Thou their steps alway.

VI.

When foon or late they reach that coaft,

O'er life's rough ocean driy'n,

May they rejoice, no wand'rer loft,

A family in Heav'n!

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FIRST PS AL M.

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 Scornful Pride
Cafts forth his eyes abroad,

But with humility and awe

Still walks before his GOD.

That