ADDRESS TO HOPE. Let me thy flattering offers share, And hymning angels, meet mine ears. 'Tis that which bids me look on high Where God my maker reigns alone Sink worlds and systems in decay; Break thou bright day upon the night, PICTURE OF MORNING. ONCE more supported by the care of heaven Without whose knowledge not a sparrow falls, I breathe the air of Morn. The voice of Joy Now welcomes Nature from the sleep of Night, And pours its song of gratitude to God. Bright from yon hill looks forth the king of day, He shakes his golden locks and flings on earth His full effulgence and his genial warmth. With red the towering mountains all are tipt. The lake slow winding thro' its sedgy bed Reflects his radiance trembling o'er its wave. The tall pines whistle, bending their green heads. The hills with gladness meet the opening day, And echo to the bleating of the flocks. Varying and wild, sweet Nature's tuneful band Forth from the grove their gayest music send; And now and then is wafted to the ear The music of the distant shepherd's pipe. PICTURE OF MORNING. Moistened with dew the flowret of the vale AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND, WITH THE POEM OF THE POWERS OF GENIUS. HEALTH to Licinius, my warm wishes send, [stay, Time, whose swift wings no human force can Has borne his months, his darkening years away, Since last we met beneath thy cheerful shed, And talk'd of scenes which have for ever fled; L 4 |