LYING

AT A REVEREND FRIEND'S HOUSE ONE NIGHT,

THE AUTHOR LEFT THE FOLLOWING

VERSES,

IN THE ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT.

1.

O THOU dread Pow'r, who reign'st above !

I know thou wilt me hear :

When for this scene of peace and love,
I make my pray'r sincere.

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II.

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.

III.

She, who her lovely offspring eyes
With tender hopes and fears,
O bless her with a mother's joys,
But spare a mother's tears !

IV.

Their hope, their stay, their darling youth, In manhood's dawning blush;

Bless him, thou God of love and truth,

Up to a parent's wish!

V.

The beauteous, seraph sister-band,
With earnest tears I pray,

Thou know'st the snares on ev'ry hand,
Guide thou their steps alway!

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VI. VI.

When soon or late they reach that coast,
O'er life's rough ocean driv'n,

May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost,
A family in Heav'n!

THE THE

FIRST PSALM.

THE man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore !

Nor from the seat of scornful pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad,
But with humility and awe
Still walks before his GOD.

That man shall flourish like the trees Which by the streamlets grow; The fruitful top is spread on high, And firm the root below.

But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble, tost
Before the sweeping blast.

For why? that God the good adore
Hath giv'n them peace and rest,
But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly blest.

A PRAYER,