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Stranger, go! Heav'n be thy guide! Quod the Beadsman of Nith side.
UNDER THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT ANGUISH,
O Thou, great Being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know;
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before Thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Obey thy high behest.
Sure Thou, Almighty, canst not act
From cruelty or wrath!
Or, close them fast in death!
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design;
To bear and not repine!
THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Of all my hope and fear!
Of life I ought to shun;
With passions wild and strong;. And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong.
IV. Where human weakness has come short,
Or frailty stept aside,
No other plea I have,
THE SAME OCCASION.
Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ?
Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode?
I tremble to approach an ångry God,
Fain promise never more to disobey :
Again I might desert fair virtue's way:
Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Then how should I for heavenly mercy, pray,
Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan ?
may dare a lifted eye to Thee,
Or still the tumult of the raging sea ;
With that controlling pow'r aseist 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 ; 0, aid me with thy help, Omnipotence Divine !
LEFT, BY THE AUTHOR, AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S
I know thou wilt me hear :
I make my pray’r sincere
The hoary sire-the mortal stroke,
Long, long, be pleas'd to spare!
With tender hopes and fears,
In manhood's dawning blash;
Up to a parent's wish!
With earnest tears I pray,
VI. When soon or late they reace that coast,
O'er life's rough ocean driv'n, May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost,
A family in heav'n!
A GRACE BEFORE DINNER.
OTHOU, who kindly dost provide
For every creature's want !
For all thy goodness lent :
May never worse be sent;