HEN fhall I offer up, O beautiful and

bright,

Even in the bofom of Thy light,

My canticle of praife to Thee?

And ever praying for Thy fake, My burning thirst for ever flake From Thy fount of purity.

CANTIQUES SPIRITUELS, A.D. 1694.

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XLII.

RESURRECTION.

ONTEMPLATE, when the fun declines,
Thy death with deep reflection-
But when again he rifing fhines,
The day of refurrection.

COWPER.

XLIII.

GREATNESS.

HOU haft left behind

Powers that will work for Thee-Earth air, and skies;

There's not a breathing of the common
wind

That will forget Thee-Thou haft great allies-
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,

And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

WORDSWORTH.

XLIV.

MERCY.

HE quality of Mercy is not ftrain'd,
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from
Heaven

Upon the place beneath; it is twice
bleffed;

It bleffeth him that gives, and him that takes;
'Tis mightieft in the mightieft; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His fceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majefty,

Wherein doth fit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this fceptred fway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God Himself;

An earthly power doth then show likeft God's,
When Mercy feasons Juftice.

SHAKESPEARE.

XLV.

HUMILITY.

H, I would walk

A weary journey-to the furtheft verge Of the big world, to fee that good man's form,

Who, in the blaze of wisdom and of

art,

Preferves a lowly mind, and to his God,
Feeling the fenfe of his own littleness,
Is as a child in meek fimplicity.

KIRKE WHITE.

XLVI.

MEMORY.

JER charm around, the enchantress, Memory, threw,

A charm that foothes the mind, and fweetens too!

But is her magic only felt below? Say through what brighter realms fhe bids it flow! There thy bright train, immortal Friendship, foar, No more to part, to mingle tears no more! And as the foftening hand of Time endears The joys and forrows of our infant years,

So there the foul, releafed from human strife,
Smiles at the little cares and ills of life,-

Its lights and fhades, its funfhines and its fhowers,

As at a dream that charmed her vacant hours!

XLVII.

ROGERS.

ART.

OME, bright Improvement, in the car

of Time,

And rule the fpacious world from clime to clime.

Thy handmaid, Art, fhall every wild
explore,

Trace every wave, and culture ev'ry shore.
On Erie's banks, where tigers fteal along,
And the dread Indian chaunts a difmal fong, -
Where human fiends on midnight errands walk,
And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk, -
There fhall the flock on thymy paftures ftray,
And shepherds dance at fummer's opening day.
Each wandering genius of the lonely glen

Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men,
And filence mark on woodland heights around
The village curfew, as it tolls profound.

CAMPBELL.