Joseph Addison. A HYMN. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost O how shall words with equal warmth That glows within my ravish'd heart? Thy providence my life sustain'd, To all my weak complaints and cries Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt Unnumbered comforts to my soul Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flow'd. When in the slippery paths of youth Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, And through the pleasing snares of vice, When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou my Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Ten thousand thousand precious gifts Nor is the least a cheerful heart Through every period of my life When nature fails, and day and night Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity, to Thee A joyful song I'll raise; But O! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. ODE: "THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT." HE spacious firmament on high, THE With all the blue ethereal sky, The spangled heavens, a shining frame, The unwearied sun, from day to day, Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars, that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all "The hand that made us is divine!" I John Gay. THE POET AND THE ROSE. HATE the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame: Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, A poet sought the sweets of May, 66 Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace; There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye, Involved in fragrance, burn and die. Know, hapless flower! that thou shalt find More fragrant roses there: I see thy withering head reclined With envy and despair! One common fate we both must prove; "Of all mankind, you should not flout us; BLACK-EYED SUSAN. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moored, The streamers waving in the wind, William, who high upon the yard Rocked with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sighed and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, |