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HROUGH all eternity to Thee,
A joyful fong I'll raise ;
JHEN shall I offer up, o beautiful and
My canticle of praise to Thee?
And ever praying for Thy fake, My burning thirst for ever Nake From Thy fount of purity.
CANTIQUES SPIRITUELS, A.D. 1694.
ONTEMPLATE, when the sun declines,
Thy death with deep reflection-
HOU haft left behind
air, and skies;
wind That will forget Thee-Thou hast great allies-Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
HE quality of Mercy is not strain'd,
H, I would walk
A weary journey—to the furtheft verge
ER charm around, the enchantress, Me.
mory, threw,A charm that soothes the mind, and
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 softening hand of Time endears The joys and sorrows of our infant years,
So there the soul, released from human ftrife,
OME, bright Improvement, in the car
of Time, And rule the spacious world from clime